<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg608/ysariel66/sorceresssmall.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Shirin (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1170703)</span><br/><strong>Human Sorcerer 1</strong><br/><br/>HP: 12/12<br/>AC: 12 (flat-footed 10)<br/>CMD: 11 (flat-footed 9)<br/>Init: 4<br/>Saves: Fort 2, Ref 2, Will 2<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 3<br/><br/>Lv 0: Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Read Magic<br/>Lv 1: Color Spray, Grease</div></div><hr/><br/>Shirin blanched as the skeleton made for her. The sorceress darted backwards, but not quickly enough to avoid harm. Razor-sharp claws tore through her diaphanous cape as she retreated. Her bikini top disintegrated into shreds of red and gold, the spaghetti straps snapping like string; her plump mammaries bounced free of their confinement in a salacious display of jiggling titflesh. Her loincloth was shredded into rags that fluttered to the ground like autumn leaves, revealing her skimpy thong of red silk.<br/><br/>That, too, fell apart a split second later in pieces of flimsy string and a few ragged scraps of cloth, revealing that the proud sorceress was indeed waxed bare after the Qadiran fashion -- and also that she had a beautiful pussy, the outer lips plump and smooth as the lobes of a ripe peach. For a single titillating moment Shirin was almost completely bare from head to toe, naked save for her jewelry and gold.<br/><br/>"Aieeeee!" Shirin screamed as she was stripped naked, dropping to her knees in shame. The sorceress threw one arm across her breasts and pressed the other down against her crotch to try and protect her modesty, but in such a position she could do little but cower, helpless to fight or defend herself. All that was left of her clothing were a few scraps of red silk plastered to her bare skin, and the torn remains of her cape, hanging from her bracelets in long wispy strips of gossamer fabric. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh of her breasts, and her mouth hung open in a gasp of paralyzing terror. What could she do in this state? She couldn't even get up without risking exposure.<br/><br/>The answer came moments later as warm hands groped her tits and positive energy soothed the shallow cuts on her skin. Despite her situation, Shirin moaned in pleasure, too taken by surprise to control herself. "Don't..." she gasped. "S-stop..."<br/><br/>But her body didn't want it to stop as Vannalys explored her lush curves further. Shirin gasped as those deft fingers parted her labia to explore her love canal, a strangled, panicked noise of shock and pleasure both. She swallowed nervously as the elf made it clear just where she was going to use her wand the next time.<br/><br/>"Yes," the sorceress meekly said, although her cheeks flushed with shame and not a little anger as she hurried along Vannalys, still desperately covering herself (and offering a generous look at her swaying butt) as she rose and shuffled to safety following her. She was a scion of the al-Rashid line! How could she be reduced to this state? Stripped bare for all to see, then molested in public before the eyes of her companions? What would they think of her now?<br/><br/>That anger was tempered by the knowledge that if Vannalys wanted she could have left Shirin bare and helpless on the ground. "I appreciate your aid," she hissed to the elven arcanist, "but kindly do not... do not... do that! It's... it's not proper!" She blurted out.<br/><br/>The red-faced sorceress tore the strips of diaphanous fabric that remained of her cape, binding one length about her breasts as a bandeau top, and tying the other about her hips to fashion a makeshift loincloth from the remnants of her costume. She had no panties to speak of, and the cloth was suggestively see-through, but at least she was somewhat covered. Thus hastily made decent again, Shirin rose to bravely confront her foes once more!