<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/s_Women_Short_red_hairstyle_zpsd5060ea2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Jasmine Whispers (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1163893)</strong></span><br/>Place:  The afterlife?<br/>Time:  In the dark of the nightr last she knew<br/>Tagging:  New friends, Sena<br/><br/><em>Wisp put her hands up and covered her head and her ears as her vision began to clear and she began to perceive everyone and everything in her immediate area and, god... it was like waking up after one of the Captain's three-day keggers which Wisp secretly had suspected was actually meant to make some of the crew die from alcohol poisoning and thereby make everyone else's shares bigger.<br/><br/>When she actually got around to opening her eyes, she was greeted by a sea of curved and supple flesh and a rather domineering looking demon sitting up on a throne.  Wisp blinked, and then realized that, she as well, was showing off an entirely indecent amount of her body and wrapped her arms across her, shielding her breasts from casual view while folding her legs beneath her to restrict anyone's view of her secret slit...<br/><br/>Talking.  People were talking... something about having been watched?  Wisp felt her cheeks burn slightly and knew that she was blushing, the woman's words making her wonder just how long she had been... dead... unconscious... leerable prior to awakening.  For that matter, how long had the others been conscious before she was?  She sighed in frustration, biting her lower lip and desperately willing herself to stop blushing!<br/><br/>One of the men gave the creature a name... Malcanthet... Wisp rolled it around her tongue as though trying it on, though she refrained from actually speaking.  She had always been a creature of knowledge... preferring to let others take center stage so-as to allow her to continue to observe.  The man seemed to be a fanatic or... at least he seemed to be a man.  Let's be honest, the dem- Malcanthet was quite alluring and sensual, and men always had a tendancy to devote themselves to beautiful women at least until they could be bedded.  <br/><br/>Wisp heard another voice then and her eyes widened, spinning in her kneel to look at the speaker.  Her typical reserve was replaced by a very loud and incredulous </em>"SENA?!?"<br/><br/><em>Moments later, she realized she had not only interrupted her friend, she also suddenly had a lot of the eyes of the place staring at her.  She felt her blush deepen and, still holding one arm across her breasts, raised the other to offer a meek little wave to the room in general.</em>"Oh... uh... hi?  I'm Wisp.  Please... go back to your discussions..."<br/><br/>