(http://s9.favim.com/orig/140715/beautiful-eyes-freckles-ginger-Favim.com-1916759.jpg)<br/><strong>Tasha Ananias (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14416552#msg14416552)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 34, AC: 13, CMD: 14, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 19<br/><strong>Active Spell Effects:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Draconic, Dwarfen, Elven, Infernal, Undercommon, Abyssal<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Armiala's Tower, Valenland<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Ashley, Djanet, Harriet, Mez<br/><br/>Tasha took a breath and tried not to stroke her hand against Mez's skin. There were so many distractions, in such a small space. But the mesmerist knew it was all a question of balance, they needed to indulge enough not to be overwhelmed by their needs but not so much they ended up too busy fucking to save themselves.<br/><br/>"Princess Harriet," the half-elf smiled, offering a small nod.<br/><br/>It was difficult to remember the last time she'd felt even a little bit uncomfortable around others who were enjoying themselves. But then, the half-elf's urges weren't what they used to be. Or, more accurately, Tasha had always been in control. Whereas now, the copper-haired woman was openly gaping and fighting the urge to whimper.<br/><br/>"Holy things bad, fairy leaf good," she murmured, wistfully.<br/><br/>No, this really wasn't going to work.<br/><br/>Tasha tore her eyes away from the pair, swallowing hard as she blinked away afterimages of taut flesh trapped by porcelean fingers. Mez's offer, in contrasts to the delicious display, was intriguing but a great deal more alarming.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Mez," the mesmerist chuckled, "but I don't think I'll be needing anything from Mistress' laboratory just yet."