<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span><br/>Name: Angela<br/>Location: Burning Man<br/>Tagging: Scandal, Daibuster, Stryka, Briar Rose<br/><br/>Angela prowled the party, how would she gain her cans. She thought about a drinking contest, winner gets the can. Perhaps she could flirt her  way into a can. She didn't like this nearly as much, for it often left her dealing with hard feelings, in more ways than one. Looking across the venues Angela wonders how she will be able to gain her own sample, Her gaze was drawn to the Lovecraftian effigy drawing more and more attention as the sun set, the reddening of the sky coloring the massive tentacle monster. She smirked at how many guys would buy the porno if it came to life and ravished half the community, both guy and girl. She blushed at the thought, then she saw the bowing, prostrate minions with their heads down and asses up. "Too good."<br/><br/>The Sunsteel Angel almost laughed at how easy this would be. She needed a showman that could match her and at least one assistant. This stuff should be taken off the shelf before it becomes an issue. Seeing Scandal, she grabs the girl by the wrist, "We get the effigy. We can clean that out, if we do it right. I think, err, we need a third. Think you can represent a false high priestesses in gold? We go down there, dressed in golden hoods and robes, clearly nothing underneath, and gather up their tentacle grape offering, casting false cans into the fire." The twinkle of mischief in her eyes undeniable as she thrills at the voyeur's feast she intended to offer. "C'mon, if we do it right, everyone will think it's part of the show. C'mon, we need one more probably."