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6/2/2025, 3:37:37 AM
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*fights with a halberd
(Autocorrect.)
Two of your other party members come downstairs, Onyx the black dragonborn fighter-barbarian, 7 feet of draconic muscle, who eyes Ruby for a good two seconds when he enters, then quickly looks away and sits next to Aaron who smirks and slaps his arm.
"What's so funny?" The dragonborn grunts.
"Nothing!" Aaron insists. "Just odd to see you retreat from a fight."
Onyx grunts and crosses his arms. "... I prefer not to wake up with injuries."
A moment after he says as much, Bella the Fighter-Monk strides into the room, yawning and stretching, then slapping the barmaid on the ass in passing as the poor girl brings your breakfast. Bella is from foreign lands, brown skinned with dark red hair in a ponytail, never clad in more than one of her armored bikinis, and at present, less than that. She's a good warrior, not as skilled as you, and nowhere near as strong, but she mixes martial arts with short sword skills, and makes for a fantastic lay after a dungeon. The redhead wears bikini bottoms, boots, bracelets and a towel around her shoulders, her heavy brown breasts, on par with your concubines' swing freely as she lifts one end of the towel to rub her hair.
"Fucking hell, mornings. Which of you has food for me?"
Onyx grunts, rolling his eyes. Aaron grins, sitting back.
"Lose the towel and sit on my lap, I'll buy you anything you want~!"
She throws it at him, then sits next to you, turning her back as she starts putting a scale mail bikini top on.
"Nice try, your wife would kill me."
She looks over her shoulder at you with a smile. "Well~? Help me tie up."
"Take your time." Aaron says.
>1: Refuse
>2: Take your time, but help her get her top on
>3: Number 2, but doing some seduction as well (DC 15 sleight of hand roll, 1d20+5)
>4: 'Accidentally' break the strap (DC 15 Sleight of Hand (Str) roll, 1d20+6
Also
>What do you say?
*fights with a halberd
(Autocorrect.)
Two of your other party members come downstairs, Onyx the black dragonborn fighter-barbarian, 7 feet of draconic muscle, who eyes Ruby for a good two seconds when he enters, then quickly looks away and sits next to Aaron who smirks and slaps his arm.
"What's so funny?" The dragonborn grunts.
"Nothing!" Aaron insists. "Just odd to see you retreat from a fight."
Onyx grunts and crosses his arms. "... I prefer not to wake up with injuries."
A moment after he says as much, Bella the Fighter-Monk strides into the room, yawning and stretching, then slapping the barmaid on the ass in passing as the poor girl brings your breakfast. Bella is from foreign lands, brown skinned with dark red hair in a ponytail, never clad in more than one of her armored bikinis, and at present, less than that. She's a good warrior, not as skilled as you, and nowhere near as strong, but she mixes martial arts with short sword skills, and makes for a fantastic lay after a dungeon. The redhead wears bikini bottoms, boots, bracelets and a towel around her shoulders, her heavy brown breasts, on par with your concubines' swing freely as she lifts one end of the towel to rub her hair.
"Fucking hell, mornings. Which of you has food for me?"
Onyx grunts, rolling his eyes. Aaron grins, sitting back.
"Lose the towel and sit on my lap, I'll buy you anything you want~!"
She throws it at him, then sits next to you, turning her back as she starts putting a scale mail bikini top on.
"Nice try, your wife would kill me."
She looks over her shoulder at you with a smile. "Well~? Help me tie up."
"Take your time." Aaron says.
>1: Refuse
>2: Take your time, but help her get her top on
>3: Number 2, but doing some seduction as well (DC 15 sleight of hand roll, 1d20+5)
>4: 'Accidentally' break the strap (DC 15 Sleight of Hand (Str) roll, 1d20+6
Also
>What do you say?
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