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3 posts. Alias of stormraven.


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Ushari is so stunned she doesn't have the presence of mind to pull her hand free from his kiss. She sits, goggle-eyed, and what just happened and what happened last night.


Sense Motive 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

For a moment, Ushari debates if she was too loud. Then she fires off a retort. "So it's my fault you couldn't coax the same level of excitement from your girl?"


Doin' a little NPCing to keep things moving. Eric, feel free to override anything I do if it seems out of character for Ushari.

Ushari stretches like a cat enjoying the feel of the sheets and the memory of last night. She considers the quiet man who shared her body and her bed. For a quiet man, he was full of passion and skill behind closed doors. Something to remember for next time.

She rises and slips into the hot scented bath she ordered. Afterwards, combed and dressed, she heads downstairs to see what her compatriots have been up to (or down to) as the case may be. Skitter leaps onto her shoulder. She joins the breakfast table and sees that everyone seems to be wearing a grin in one form or another...

She says mischievously, "Good morning, gentlemen. Did anyone sleep last night?"