<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/>Inventory:  Two pairs of fine clothes, hip high leather boots, tricorner hat.<br/><br/><em>Wisp laughs slightly as Sena all-but-drags her back to the dressing room and, with a slight shrug, grabs her clothes from the ground as she is dragged away.  Her eyes sparkle with interest as Cass proposes having Sena trussed up and tied down, acting as the group's prisoner, but she also practically feels Sena's back bristling at the idea.  <br/><br/>Wisp chews on her lower lip slightly, as if considering.  Clearly, the woman's game was to try and split Sena away from the power the pirate lass seemed to hold and, thus, eliminate a potential rival but, ultimately, would it truly avail her to see her lover brought low only to have a woman she scarcely knew elevated.  No... no... <br/><br/>Still, it also would do little harm to have Sena's power threatened.  Sena would doubtless depend and treasure her as long as the pirate knew her position were in danger and friends were badly needed.  Thus considered, Wisp licked her lips.  </em>"Well... it certainly seems as though your plan has merit... but I reckon anyone could serve as a prisoner... what say the two of you wrestle for it?  First one to have her clothes removed becomes the prisoner?"<br/><br/><em>She smiled a bit, stepping into the dressing room and, well, getting dressed.  Her outfit draping her body in a form-fitting (http://image.dhgate.com/albu_895337244_00/1.0x0.jpg) white, gossimer silk contrasted against fingerless leather gloves and hip-high (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/a/(KGrHqJ,!h4E+rK!jW38BP+1S8!Y0!~~/s-l300.jpg) boots of the darkest leather.  <br/><br/>As she emerges, she tilts her head to one side as the former Lathander-ites suggest a much more reasonable solution and lets out a slight shrug.</em>"Well... I suppose that works.  I guess.  I mean, its way more BORING than having a strip fight.  Can we still do the strip fight as a celebration upon our return?"<br/><br/><em>She smiles, sweetly, looking around with an almost innocent interest.</em>