<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:  A forested clearing<br/>Time:  In the dark of the night, evil will find them<br/>Tagging:  New friends<br/>Inventory:  Two pairs of fine clothes, hip high leather boots, tricorner hat.<br/><br/><em>Wisp stretched slightly and took a few tentative steps.  she was already regretting her decision to wear the form-clinging tights beneath her armor.  Previously, she had always worn breaches or something, because previously she was one of only two women in the gang and didn't have to take steps to appear alluring... with this though, becoming a servant of a demoness of lust... she felt looking her best was a intellegent decision but, now... now that the need to allure had past, the information gather thought uneasily with the next several hours within the confining embrace of her own wardrobe...<br/><br/>She took a trio of steps and sucked in a breath, the skintight fabric shifting across her most intimate flesh and making her feel as though a calloused lover were idly stroking her nipples and nether lips each time she moved.  She swallowed lightly; wondering briefly if the tights from Malcanthet's wardrobe might have a minor, stimulating enchantment, but then quickly rejected the idea as paranoid.  She mentally rejoiced that she had been all but ordered to don armor over her tights, as she was quite sure the clinging fabric would be presenting all her companions with quite an eyeful of camel-toe had she not been wearing a leather skirt across her thighs.<br/><br/>Taking in a deep breath, she tried to compose herself.  "Very well... you boys have fun.  If we don't hear from you by dawn, or hear signs of battle, we will act with all the chaos of a bunch of demon-blessed bitches without much of a plan."<br/><br/><em>She chuckled softly, licking her lips a bit.  She then reached behind her and flipped the back of her skirt up for a moment, giving anyone behind her a momentary glimpse of the white visage of her ass, the sight of her flesh covered by the tights, but the curve boldly displayed...</em></em>