<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Dione2.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">The Countess</span></span><br/><em>Buxom CEO, Master Planner</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>2<strong>INT:</strong>6<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>0<strong>AGL:</strong>2<strong>PER:</strong>6<br/><br/><strong>The League HQ</strong><br/><br/>“I think that it would be in our best interests for it to be destroyed,” The Countess replied to Milady. “It is an ancient artifact, attuned to those allied with The Order. We don’t know what harm it could bring with tampering. I’d just assume and cut off one of their arms and cast it away then try to sew it onto ours.”<br/><br/>The Incubus spoke again, and whenever he did, it sent a pleasurable tingle through her body, hardening her nipples behind their faux-latex prison. If the sensation was any stronger, she imagined that she might even get a little damp between the legs. It<em>did</em>force her to uncross then recross her legs with a bothered squeak; his voice wasn’t enough to get her dripping, but things certainly felt hot. She knew better to dabble in his dark arts and offers, however, and left what he said as flattery.<br/><br/>“You’ll get your fill,” she assured him with a devious smirk. “Milady is very adept at seduction. I doubt she will have any problem providing a tasty selection for you. If she does, Glamorous will be there to be a little more forceful with the resilient ones. We must be quick, though, as The Order won’t simply stand by and let us destroy the scarab.”<br/>