Rolled 7, 6, 13, 9, 7 = 42 (5d20)
>>5141312>>5141382>>5142097You don’t respond to Irinnile’s little speech, because a more urgent matter takes precedent. You’re on a mission, after all… Even if, just now, that mission incudes whoremongering.
The human prostitutes’ eyes widen as you approach with hungry eyes, panting like an animal in heat-or on the hunt. You grab handfuls of her—of her breasts, her hip. You feel her skin. Her flesh. Her meat…
No!
‘Feed upon her,’ you say to Irinnile, but with a caveat: ‘Her mana, NOT her flesh.’
Irinnile scoffs at your prudity, but quickly senses that you aren’t joking around.
‘That really makes ya’ all squicky, huh?’ Irinnile notes. ‘Ya’ know, it ain’t MY stomach that’s empty. I don’t even HAVE a stomach!’
