Name: Ilset Val'atha<br/>Tagging: Thorsen'melis<br/>Location: The Walking Duck<br/>Skill: 7<br/>Stamina: 14<br/>Luck: 8<br/>Climax: 1/3 remaining<br/><br/>She drew her hand back slightly when she saw him wince, surprised that something of his build could feel pain in such a manner.  No, she was still thinking in her old ways, of course he could feel!  She was the one who'd been treating them wrong this whole time...They were monsters by human standards, because they were different, and they'd only come here because of the pain they'd been dealt!<br/><br/>"How could I have fallen for...for such a cruel religion, for such a terrible goddess!" she cries out, even amidst what she sees as a comforting touch just under her chin, bringing her face to meet his.<br/><br/><strong>"May I ask you to carry my brood so that we can bring my race back into the land of the living once more?"</strong><br/><br/>He was asking her to carry...his children?<br/><br/><em>No, that's absurd! He's still a monster, and you're better than that!</em>her mind yelled at her.<br/><br/>"But...but it was our fault to begin with..." she argues back with herself, easily audible in the room.<br/><br/><em>No, it was the goddess' fault, and we still don't know what the entire tr-</em><br/><br/>The voice in her head, the voice of her reason, suddenly shut off, silenced by that rolling fog, making her decision much simpler on her.<br/><br/>"I...your brood...Me?" she asks, still unsure, holding on to the last resistance she can, all but taken at this point.<br/><br/>"Thorsen...I..."<br/><br/>The only thing she could find now was the sensations only he'd given her, jealousy that her "precious deity" had never allowed her to feel such things...She'd been kept from such pleasures for her entire life, and why?  Why had she been forced to go without such satisfaction, such warmth?!  Images kept replaying in her mind, showing the events that had just transpired, though they seemed far more pleasant in her mind, making it seem like a passionate session than what it started out as, an assault.<br/><br/>She finally answered, almost in a trance-like state of being, "Thorsen, I'll...carry your brood...if it'll make you happy."