<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Webp.net-resizeimage_%287%29.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Aryla (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1253814)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirel Haskador, Agnes<br/><br/>Aryla grinned as the woman spoke, glad to have found a fellow slave that wasn't just content with rolling over and obeying their Masters. When the Dwarf's arm grazed her breast, her body gave an involuntary shudder, her nipples stiffening in response. However, the Ifrit decided to play up her response a bit to tease the woman, her teeth lightly sinking into her bottom lip before she tilted her head back and let out a throaty moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she rubbed her thighs together. After her little<em>performance</em>she looked up at Agnes with faux embarrassment, though made no attempt to hide her body's reaction.<br/><br/>Standing up, she rubbed her sore wrist, glad to finally be free from her binds, shooting a quick dirty look at Kirel before turning her attention to Agnes once again. In an act of gratitude she reached down, the difference in height meaning she had to squat a bit, pulling her fellow slave into a tight embrace, letting her large bust press against the smaller woman's face before planting a chaste kiss on the woman's cheek. Aryla then leaned forward so that her lips were practically pressed against the woman's ear as she whispered in a sultry tone, "Thank you for that, hun, I really needed it." though whether she was referring to her freedom or the accidental touch, she left for the woman to decide.<br/><br/>She held onto the Dwarf for a few more moments, genuinely enjoying the contact before she released the girl from her embrace. As Agnes told Aryla of her idea she went to grab her tattered silken robes, slipping them on to give her a bit more modesty. While she had no love for the Orcs and would be perfectly content with letting the creature continue it's rampage, she was short on allies and needed this Dwarf on her side as she seemed competent enough and surprisingly easy to manipulate. Deciding to abandon her original plan of simply whipping up a little concoction that would've left her Master's mouth burning for hours on end, she agreed to Agnes plan. "Anything for you, sweetheart. Though I have to admit, I'm not too familiar with using javelins. I generally like working with my hands." she was rummaging through a fairly large chest as she spoke, grabbing a few javelins for the duo to use from it.