<br/>As the sound of wood unraveling against wood is heard from a dresser, Sophia immediately halts all motion, eyes looking over to the door...but before she can blink, she feels her hands..grabbed by some sort of invisible force, tied to the corners of her bed, still laying on her back. As she feels her outer lips parted..she looks behind her, even more..mortified by the fact she's being..taken by a candle. She was determined that there had to be some magic about..but as she tries to loosen her hands to free herself..and just as she's about to let out a call for help, a scarf is wrapped around her raspberry lips, muffling her groans. Her hips slowly buck back and forth in the candle's lulling rythm , moans and pathetic whimpers falling against the scarf at her lips..How could she have let her guard down so?<br/><br/>Sophia blushes hotly as she feels her insides dripping onto the candle forcing itself into her body..and down its frame into tiny droplets on the bedsheets, her hair splayed unevenly across her face, and soft groans coming from her lips as she tries to undo the knots at the bed..trying to shift her legs forward - but this, in turn , only puts her into a furthered "doggy-style" position, and groans as she's penetrated deeply. Everyone else was no doubt doing their job..and here she'd been overwhelmed, just staying in the inn..<br/><br/>(( OOC : Roll prowess? Are we using the Guck?