The fanged, horned Dyad demon is confused as to why this stranger is
coming
on to her. She didn't need any of this. She was tired and hungry and
wanted a good kitty to eat. Then again, the stranger was attractive. If not a bit drunk. Louise (the demon's name) considered the situation. She stood there, scratching one of the three razor sharp horns that extended three feet from her head. Her reptillian scales glinted in the stranger's torchlight. Her six inch long claws were duller, after a long shift of clearing out the minor monsters that inhabited the lower levels of this stronghold. Her leather armor and holstered spell books (she was a minor magician) were splattered with blood and brains and toenails. (Cratowk Spawn were mostly all toenail).
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