<strong>Name: Talia of Ashwood</strong><br/><strong>Class: Cleric</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/df/c4/99/dfc49967faa0e3e8871f50354e621224.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Strength</strong>: Arms<strong>Vulnerability</strong>: Head<br/><br/><strong>Willpower</strong>: 25<strong>Defense</strong>: 8 (+2 from Guardian Spirit, -3 from standing still)<strong>Morale</strong>: 11<br/><br/><strong>Bondage:</strong><strong>Head</strong>:<strong>Arms</strong>:<strong>Legs</strong>:<br/><br/><strong>Conditions</strong>:<br/><br/><hr/>Talia suppressed a gasp as she felt her nipples squeezed briefly, feeling her blush deepen. "I am not a slut..." she protested softly, shaking her head. "...I don't want it!"<br/>Each touch and grope of Amanda sent pleasant, almost electric shivers throughout her body, the rubbing between her legs already having an effect, which must have been amplified by her goddess power. If it wasn't for the goddess, Talia was sure, she wouldn't react like that! That damned divine pervert<em>likes</em>seeing my like this, thought Talia with annoyance. But one thing if a goddess witnessed what was happening to her, another to have those who travel with her know of her shameful acts. It wasn't her fault of course, but would they believe her? Perhaps, and perhaps not. Talia<em>really</em>didn't want to seem depraved worshiper of her goddess. She wasn't a slut!<br/>"Let me go, you perv!" quietly demanded Talia, suddenly aware of others who might notice what was happening. She wanted to sound resolute, but her voice betrayed her, shaking slightly. Letting her staff fall, with another hand free, she twisted her body, pushing Amanda's hands for long enough to succeed worming out of the alchemist perverted embrace; she didn't step far from Amanda however, not daring to come closer to the still slithering plant tendrils. Half-turning to Amanda so she could at least glance in the direction of their enemies, Talia frowned, quickly looking around. Nobody seemed to notice what happened between her and Amanda.  "Please don't... tell anyone" she asked quietly, bending to pick up her fallen staff. "I... I am not like that..." she mumbled and blushed again, feeling sheepish. She embarrassed herself again, thought Talia. Sometimes, she thought that her divine power had too big of a cost attached to it...