<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wzGNMbC.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>Adventurer<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, Goggles of Night -<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/>-Catapult<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Serana watched out of the corner of her eye as Alana introduced herself. To be honest it was a bit unnerving to see just how quickly the girl had taken to being a slave. She had assumed that, given the party's opposition to the idea initially, Alana would just be a slave in name only. However seeing her kneeling before Hiroshi made it clear he intended to make her his slave in earnest. She wasn't particularly comfortable with that, but she supposed it wasn't her business. Plus it wasn't like she could shoot him over it anyways, given how the binding worked.<br/><br/>She decided to turn her attention back towards more comfortable things, letting out a content sigh as Ionli nestled into her. She seemed quite pleased with her massage, and the Princess's fingers would rove across her scalp in search of more of those delighted sounds. She was skillfully narrowing down which spots made the aasimar feel good, as if trying to precisely calibrate the woman's pleasure, "Think nothing of it" she whispered back. However her next words did give her pause, and Ionli wouldn't have to peer through the girl's visor to tell she was wearing a massive blush, "o-oh...well..." she didn't know what to say to that. It was quite bold of her to say, and she could tell she wasn't just teasing her. Were her lips in danger around this beautiful warrior? Well...not "danger" per say. She was sure Ionli would be gentle with her if she- AND ENOUGH THINKING ABOUT THAT! "Well, you know...kindness is the easy way. So it's nothing really..." she said, repeating an old saying her father would tell her.<br/><br/>Looking away from the intimidatingly dashing aasimar, Serana's gaze followed Thistle as she wandered off towards Muula and Mephis. That was another matter she had been trying to ignore. The corrupted minotaur was being milked like a cow in the most obscenely literal way possible, right there in front of everyone. She was well aware how..."liberated" Muula was, and Mephis as well to an extent, but this was a bit extreme even for that. Seeing the effects of such immense Zatash corruption first hand was...eye opening. And boy were her eyes open, unable to look away once she started staring. It wasn't just her milk spraying breasts either, she couldn't help but notice the way Mephis was grinding on the minotaur's oversized cock. It reminded her of the dhampir's own cock, and the...discussions they had had back in the village. Speaking of those discussions, Serana caught Muula's declaration that she was going to "cum", and was now armed with the knowledge of what that meant. With that in mind Thistle's approach towards them set off an alarm in her head, "Ah, wait Thistle" she said, kipping up to her feet and going after the young girl, "I don't think you should stand ther-" she tried to warn, reaching towards her. Unfortunately she would be too late to pull her out of the way, but did manage to put herself in the splash zone as well.