<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vS4Yyv9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Freeman<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Enhanced Defense -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 3/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Disguise Self<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Serana bit her lip at Ionli's words, the soft whisper the perfect excuse to step in even closer. A breath caught in her throat as the other woman took her breasts in hand, her soft flesh nearly seeping through Ionli's fingers with each squeeze. She thought that it might be a bit more difficult, to let herself be touched like this. However aside from the initial twitch of her arms, she felt no compulsion to pull away or push Ionli's hands aside. The Princess's arms stayed glued her sides, allowing the knightess to do whatever she pleased with her body.<br/><br/>That was not to say she didn't squirm a little, her body wriggling as Ionli's finger tips introduced her to new sensations, new pleasures. It was not an intense pleasure, as Ionli was no doubt being very gentle with her, but it instead softly rolled over in her waves. Said waves seemed to flow downwards, pooling in her loins, moistening her lower lips and causing royal honey to slowly trickle down her thighs,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Mmmmmn..."</span>she mewled under her breath, trying to keep it quiet, lest Ionli discover that she was enjoying her "measuring" too much, as if it weren't obviously painted across her face.<br/><br/>Her eyes had fluttered closed, softly mewling at her touch, but they were pried open by Ionli's voice. Their eyes met, and Serana was caught in trapped in her stare, a gaze just as powerful as the hands groping across her body, "How...<em>thorough</em>...exactly?" she asked, unconsciously parting her legs slightly as if to answer her own question.