<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,<em>Inspired</em><br/><hr/>Once Victor spoke up about offering Muula a massage and a proper milking, Mephis turned and left the room, fairly confident that the minotauress would take him up on that offer and therefore certain of what she would need. A tray for certain, a pitcher, some stable and sturdy mugs, both of which were for the milk... She considered some wine as well, but decided against it in favor of water as she thought back to how Muula had been while drunk at the festival. And last but certainly not least, for the sake of giving that offered milking, she brought along two empty buckets. Perhaps it would be a bit forward to give her that massage right there in front of everyone, but she was sure that the sight of her doing so would rile up her master a little and leave him in the mood for quite a bit of fun once they had some time alone, plus the thought of teasing certain other members of the party did excite her just a little.<br/><br/>When the dhampir returned, it was to an interesting line from the minotauress...<br/><br/>"You don't have to lie so bad Ionli, he said you could keep it private if you wanted to."<br/><br/><em>...One moment, Master.</em>As Mephis moved forward again to set her tray with the mugs and the waterskin upon the table, she gave the man a quick warning and then cut mental contact, her eyes darting over to Ionli as she established a link with the aasimar. "I've returned with the cups, Master, and some water in case anyone isn't in the mood for milk."<br/><br/>It wasn't hard to guess what Ionli would have been caught lying about. So far as the dhampir knew, the aasimar had only one major secret that she was keeping, and it was for her own protection...<br/><br/><em>...I'm guessing Victor asked something about your past while I was away?</em>The slave girl asked, taking a gentle and informal tone with her thoughts while communicating with the aasimar.<em>He's not the type to put any pressure on you to reveal your past if you want to keep it a secret, at least not without good reason... That said, you're technically one of his employees now, and one good thing about Victor is that he takes care of his people. If you do choose to tell him about your troubles with that First Chair fellow, I think he'd be willing to help.</em><br/><br/>Though she neglected to add in that if the aasimar decided to keep it a secret, she'd be telling him herself later on, in private... She didn't want to force the other woman's hand, but this was something that she felt the man needed to know, just in case he wound up encountering anyone attached to Friedrich Durchdenwald or something else related to the aasimar's past wound up happening. She wouldn't tell anyone beyond Victor, at least, and would be sure to let him know that it was a secret to be held in the strictest confidence.<br/><br/>"Now then, Miss Muula, would you care to remove your top?" Mephis requested aloud, after getting a response from Ionli. "I must admit, those breasts of yours have been looking a bit swollen compared to yesterday. They look like they could use some immediate relief."