<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/><em>The best piece of advice I think I've got for you at the moment is to set those stories aside,</em>Mephis answered, after Alana came to her with a question.<em>That level of performance can be fun on occasion, but it gets exhausting for everyone involved to keep it up all the time. Not meeting the other person's eyes is a rule that's normally reserved for formal audiences with royalty, for example. In a story it's a titillating humiliation for the slave-heroine when she has to treat even the most low-born common man she meets as though he were a king, but in the real world, most men don't find it a turn-on when a beautiful girl won't even look at their face when speaking to them.</em><br/><br/>And royalty usually found it insulting to be put on the same level as the peasants, but that was an extra detail she wasn't going to share. The cat-eared girl had enough on her plate already without having to worry about courtly etiquette, after all.<br/><br/><em>Generally, you can count on your master to fill you in ahead of time if there are any special rules that you need to follow. This gathering in particular is actually a good stage to debut on, since everyone here aside from your master is an adventurer. No one will be particularly concerned about formalities. Just be polite, treat everyone with respect, and obey every one of your master's orders as best you can.</em><br/><br/>Mephis's lips curled into an amused smile as the other slave girl was lightly spattered with Muula's precum, and her thoughts had a light tone of amusement to them as she answered the next question.<br/><br/><em>Heehee... it won't be the last time that something like that happens, I'm sure. Look to your master, but if he doesn't give you any orders one way or the other, feel free to wash it off. I'd probably just scoop it up with my fingers and swallow it down if I were in your shoes right now, but I'm sure there's a suitable cloth to use.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"I wish that I could use magic. Professor Pretzlesworth did everything she could to see if I had any magical talent and sadly I failed every test. Also I'm lucky I don't have any back pain with these tits."</em><br/><br/>The lack of back pain was probably more due to Zatash's corruption, rather than luck... but Mephis didn't voice that particular thought aloud. The dhampir was rather voluptuous herself for her size, but proportionally was nowhere near as well-endowed as the minotaur. Her corruption actually ran much deeper than most people would guess just from looking at her, but it was more internally-focused, rather than externally. Both the twisted, lustful desires she still struggled with, but also her body's actual internal structure. Most partners never pushed her anywhere near that far, but if need be, she knew that she could stretch quite a bit.<br/><br/>"I have heard that there are ways to acquire at least a temporary ability to use one spell or another," The white-haired young woman instead suggested, focusing on the first part of the minotaur's comment. "They are usually a bit costly, but if you would like to at least see what it feels like to cast a spell for yourself, there are options."<br/><br/><strong><em>"Well, from like here to about here."</em></strong>And returning her attention to her current task at hand, she noted that it was Thistle's upper back... Admittedly, the dhampir was tempted to just lift up the shirt enough to allow herself access and surprise the redhead with a sudden bout of toplessness in the process, but she knew better than to actually go through with it.<br/><br/>"Hmmm. I do have some room to work, but it would be more effective if I had full access to your upper back." She said instead, raising up one hand and tracing it over the young woman's back, letting her fingers trail over both skin and fabric to help make her point. "Would you like me to do what I can like this? I suppose I could cast a small illusion that would let you remove your shirt without actually showing anything..."