<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: Headquarters: Gymnasium<br/><br/>A feral growl rose from the winged one as she sat up, four golden gloves manifesting about the weight bar, two to a side with no assistance from the mortal hand and lifted. The bar rose steadily, though a furrow of concentration as she realized the effort and weight that she was about to get under. Without looking she lowered it without a word, the bar crashing into its seat and shaking the entire equipment frame. Angela broke out in a sweat, cold this time, as the fear of losing control and doing something stupid rose within her.<br/><br/>She looked at her tormentor, dressing like a porn star, posing like a centerfold, pouting like a teen dream, taunting as the innocent harlot, and now teasing her with an "exercise regiment". I bet exercise, rolling around in the sheets, sweating and working oneself to exhaustion while caressing... Coherent speech was beyond her, though the vision before her caused her to damp her panties again, again.<br/><br/>She had spoken, yet Angela could only hear her own pulse, and the muffled symptoms, feelings, daydreams, all that she was suffering and more. "You did this," the accusation was barely human, as a golden shimmer washed over the scion of Michael. Healing the damage she had done to her muscles she rose. She could perform the workout again for the growth, and truthfully it would probably be more productive when she didn't go so far.<br/><br/>Wiping her face with the towel, she turned her back to the Magistrix. She wasn't sure what she wanted from Scandal, a cure, release from the spell, acknowledgement of her fuck up, apology, hell release from the build up.<br/><br/>Angela's powers are channeled from someplace otherworldly, the plane of existence where Michael exists. The closing of the gate/ portal/tentacle-window, whatever had been planar. The connection forged by her spell may have affected her harder than the others due to this correspondence, closing the sin portal may have closed the conscientious support from Michael. Angela was quickly losing the ability to reason, she was truly having difficulty, then of course she had to find that passage in the bible just this morning. Solomon's choice. Solomon had loved his servant, also a man, to keep his chastity and honor his wife when his libido had overcome his life. There was no shame, and Scandal was so much woman, yet she had also been a man. Again, where was the line.<br/><br/>Angela stood awaiting coherence between her ears, an answer from Scandal, or divine inspiration. She wasn't sure.<br/>