LoK Leave her breasts exposed.
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Krystal ponders the offer for a moment. ''I really shouldn't walk around like this, but it feels so... freeing. Besides, these people clearly have little notion of modesty.'' "I'm fine like without, thank you." She finally decides. "I think you'll fit in just fine here" Liz says with a wink. "I really only wear this to keep from bouncing around when I'm working" she adds, cupping her own impressive breasts. | Krystal ponders the offer for a moment. ''I really shouldn't walk around like this, but it feels so... freeing. Besides, these people clearly have little notion of modesty.'' "I'm fine like without, thank you." She finally decides. "I think you'll fit in just fine here" Liz says with a wink. "I really only wear this to keep from bouncing around when I'm working" she adds, cupping her own impressive breasts. | ||
| - | Turning back to her work, the lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious. But if so, why is it all over me? Some kind of healing mixture, perhaps?'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily without a second thought. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again. A tingling rush of warmth accompanies the taste, and suddenly it clicks | + | Turning back to her work, the lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. ''Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious. But if so, why is it all over me? Some kind of healing mixture, perhaps?'' Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily without a second thought. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again. A tingling rush of warmth accompanies the taste, and suddenly it clicks, bringing her memory flooding back. ''Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo...'' She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village." |
Revision as of 02:01, 12 December 2012
Krystal ponders the offer for a moment. I really shouldn't walk around like this, but it feels so... freeing. Besides, these people clearly have little notion of modesty. "I'm fine like without, thank you." She finally decides. "I think you'll fit in just fine here" Liz says with a wink. "I really only wear this to keep from bouncing around when I'm working" she adds, cupping her own impressive breasts.
Turning back to her work, the lizard woman pulls out a wooden bottle containing a milky white substance and pours it into the pot. That now familiar smell wafts toward Krystal, nagging at her memory. Perhaps they simply fed me while I was unconscious. But if so, why is it all over me? Some kind of healing mixture, perhaps? Liz tests the mixture once more, "Mmm, perfect", before pouring some into a bowl and handing it to Krystal, who gulps it down hungrily without a second thought. As the delicious soup slides down her throat she notices that strange taste again. A tingling rush of warmth accompanies the taste, and suddenly it clicks, bringing her memory flooding back. Crash... Warriors... Male lizards... Oh NOOOoooo... She looks up at the woman in front of her, who smiles. "Welcome to Sharpclaw Village."
Does she:
- LoK Remain calm and try to find out more about her situation.
- LoK Rush out the door to escape.
- LoK Attack Liz.
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Tribal Armour |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 0 | |
