Artifact 2.5

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[ Finally, neccessity wins out over pride, and Angela flops onto the Plane.

Either rope is the newest fashion statement in Fa'Diel, or she's been bound. At the elbows, wrists, knees, ankles. And of course there's a gag. No point in tying up a mage if you don't gag them, right?

After a pause to stare at the Plane and huff through her nose in relief that it's still here, she starts attempting to wriggle free of the ropes. ]

Comments

[mercwamouth]

See, isn't it much more satisfying when you help yourself?

Yay feminism!

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Femi-what?

... Don't tell me you're wearing girl undies underneath that outfit.

[mercwamouth]

Wanna find out?

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

N-not particularly, no!

[mercwamouth]

Darn.

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

Think you can... [ She offers up her tied elbows. ] Kind of hard to get to these.

[mercwamouth]

...Eh, why not?

[Snip... Maybe a peek at her cleavage XD]

[whitestlotus.livejournal.com]

[ If she notices the cleavage peek, she doesn't indicate as much. ]

Much better. Thank you. [ She then goes about untying her feet. ] So, mister mercenary, what's your favorite part of the job?

[mercwamouth]

Well, I guess if we don't count pay day as part of the job, probably the ass-kicking.

Why do you ask?