Aside from being a rather steamy episode anyway, there's a somewhat graphic love scene in here. It's not too graphic, I hope, but I'd rather rate this story PG-13... hence this mature content disclaimer. If a female-female love scene isn't your thing, or if you find lovescenes get in the way, look for the triple asterix. The scene starts at ###. Just put ### in your search webpage option and click on Find twice to skip the scene entirely. I meant the scene to be functional, tasteful and funny (be on your toes when you read. :D), and I hope I have succeeded. I intend to have more scenes that are risque (after all, Phaere has entered the picture. :D)

Aside from the scene, there's also some a big Keldorn bit and some heroic stuff. :) So there's enough to please everybody, I hope. Considering we're in the Underdark now, expect a lot more steamy scenes in the future.

"Welcome to the Three Sisters Spire," a friendly looking Drow girl greeted the party as they entered the spire. The relatively small reception-area gave access to a very large and high common area containing a tables and a bar, among other things. The common area was several stories high, and was lined with about ten rings containing yet more tables and booths looking down into the common area. Soft music sounded from the bar, as did the chatter of assorted guests which were either drinking, eating or chatting.

"I am Vinvyl Despana. Are you the elfbane troupe? Phaere told me you were coming, and has asked us to prepare floor 42 for you," Vinvyl announced while writing in a ledger.

"A floor?" Dynaheir asked. "We are getting an entire floor?"

"Yes," Vinvyl smiled. "Floor 42 contains eight of our most luxurious suites connected to a lavish common-room. Phaere asked us to prepare them for you, and you may make use of them and any of the facilities free of cost for as long as you like. Thank you for saving her, by the way."

"Bloody nice o'her," Korgan snorted.

"Is there a mini-bar?" Laska asked.

"Wow, when a Drow is grateful, she is really grateful," Imoen raved.

"I doubt it," Viconia spoke. "I find it more likely that she sees a use for us later and wishes to win our favor."

"Phaere is a businesswoman," Vinvyl broke in while she put the keys on the table. "But even she knows that sometimes making a friend is better than making a profit."

"Excuse me," Laska asked after peeping into the common room. "Are those fighting arena's?"

"Indeed," Vinvyl spoke. "There are creature-fights every weekend, and you can sign up right before combat. Also, the annual gladiator events are about to kick off. There are fabulous prizes to be won and the first qualification rounds begin tomorrow. You'll have to hurry, though. Combat starts soon and you'll have to sign up in advance."

"Let me guess," Keldorn sighed. "Deathmatches."

"Not necessarily," Vinvyl said. "But contestants do run the risk of death in the ring, naturally."

"Hmmm," a glint appeared in Laska's eye. "Looks like a fine arena, down to the spikes on the cage."

"Low profile, remember?" Viconia hissed.

"Oh, before I forget," Vinvyl spoke and moved to grab two pieces of paper from a row of pigeon holes. "There are two messages for you, to be given to the leader of your party."

"Gimme!" Laska spoke gleefully and took the pieces of paper. She unfolded them and found strange Drow runes on them, written in glowing ink. Unfortunately, though the spell Adalon had cast on them allowed her and her friends understand the spoken Drow language, it did not do the same for the written word.

Viconia understood her plight and took the messages before Vinvyl could become suspicious. "This one is from Phaere. She apologizes for not being able to see to our accommodations personally, but trusts that her sister has taken care of everything. She'll return to the spire tomorrow and will see us then."

"Damn," Laska sighed in disappointment. "What about the second message?"

"Hmmm," Viconia said and put the paper in her pouch. "I'll tell you later."

"It'll be good to get some rest, Boo says," Minsc replied.

"Yes," Jan spoke up. "We haven't had a good rest since our boat went kablooie. Funny, that was not the first time I've ever lost a boat. You know, when I was sailing on the Gnome Ship Lollipop, there used to be this big shark with a taste for gnomes following us around when we made our turnip-merchant trips. Tried everything to get us into the water, like drilling through the hull with a wood-drill... sawing through the stern with a saw-nose shark, using a blowfish to dislodge the rudder. But what finally work in the end was playing the flute. Enchanted by the heavenly sounds, the poor gnomes just jumped right into the waiting shark's mouth. So, I was the only one left, because I had the sense to stab a single nitting needle through both my ears at once. T'was no mean feat. I set sail to Waterdeep and made fortune on the turnip-market."

"Ye ain't dead, ye bloody cheat!" Korgan roared.

"Ey?" Jan said and cupped his ear. "What was that, sonny?"

"Shut your traphole and get upstairs," Viconia hissed. "People are starting to give us funny looks."

Laska lay on her bed in her luxurious room. It was carpeted everywhere, even on the ceiling. Furniture was comfortable and artful, and the room was equipped with every amenity, including a large bed. A balcony outside gave a spectacular view on the city below, as well as the lava-flows circling the spire.

Right now, Laska stared at the carpeted ceiling, unable to get the rest her friends were obviously getting. Most of them had gone to bed already, but she was unable to get some sleep. Instead, she was desperately trying to remember Rose... Her smell, her touch, the memories of her voice. They were all fading. She tried to remember what she looked like, but somehow she couldn't even begin to recall any details of Rose's face... Instead, her mind filled with scenes of extreme violence, something which always happened these days whenever she thought of Rose.

Laska turned her head towards the mirror in the back of the room, just in time to notice two yellow dots quickly fading.

"I get the hint," Laska sighed and set up. She had ditched her armor in the common room and wore only her vest and leather pants.

She stood up and took a bottle she had taken from the mini bar from the nightstand and took a long draught. "I hope the gladiator qualifications start soon. I can't wait."

A knock sounded on her door. Laska opened and found Viconia standing in front of her door.

"Can I come in?" Viconia asked. Laska silently motioned her to come in.

"I've just spoken with Phaere's sister Sinvyl. She wrote that second message, and if you come with right now, I think she could help you get the cobwebs out of your head."

Together, Laska and Viconia went to the tenth floor, the first true floor of the spire just above the common room. They arrived in front of a large stone door, next to it was a small sign.

"It says," Viconia smirked when she noticed Laska was eying it. "Pleasure chambers. Entrance for Drow Females and their guests only."

"Indeed." Laska raised an eyebrow as Viconia opened the door and let them in. Inside, they found an impressive array of scantilly clad Drow males and females relaxing in a large room which led towards several small luxurious bedrooms. In the background, a Drow female, dressed in the robes of the Lolthian priesthood, disappeared into one of the rooms with a male. One of the females stood up and strolled towards them. It was a young Drow, and looked exactly like the receptionist Vinvyl.

"Greetings." The girl smiled. "I am Sinvyl Despana, mistress of the pleasure-chambers."

"You look a lot like Vinvyl," Laska spoke and eyed the girl. She was only dressed in what could be called a red velvet ribbon wrapped around the more intimate parts of her anatomy.

"She's my twin sister," Sinvyl said. "And I am glad to know that you have rescued my other sister Phaere. I hear from Lady Viconia here that you have been a bit on edge lately," she waved her hand, calling for one of the males to join them. "By way of reward, Yonafein and I will do our best to make sure you... relax. I'm sure Phaere will find a way to reward you as well, but for now, let me do my best to make you feel right at home in Ust Natha."

"Vico?" Laska grinned as she wrapped an arm around Sinvyl's waist. "Thanks."

"I thought you could use it," Viconia smirked. "Prepare to be dazzled. These ssins d'aerth know their techniques."

"Ah, and Viconia." Sinvyl smiled. "The male we discussed is waiting for you in that room on the right." Laska raised an eyebrow at Viconia upon hearing Sinvyl's words.

"Hey, don't look at me like that." Viconia smirked as she walked towards the room. "How often do I get the chance to visit an artist's pleasure-chambers these days?"

But as Viconia turned around, Laska and Sinvyl were already liplocked and headed into a private room with the male in tow. Viconia shook her head and disappeared into her own room.

"Wow," Laska gasped as she was draped across the soft-cushioned seats in the common room back on floor 42. "Those Drow sure know how to have sex... Man, I'd take up smoking pipeweed if any of us had some."

"I told you." Viconia smirked as she sipped a cold drink.

"You took Laska to see prostitutes?!" Keldorn sighed. "In her condition?!"

"Hey, I only lost my soul, nothing else." Laska grinned. "Though I can't feel my legs at the moment."

"How many times do I have to tell you, Keldorn?" Viconia sighed. "Ssins d'aerth are not prostitutes. They're artists, dedicated to the Drow erotic arts and its constant improvement. They have an honored position in Drow culture."

"The Drow have a culture?" Keldorn snorted. "Hm, you could have fooled me."

"Culture, smulture!" Laska closed her eyes and smiled pleasantly. "Those two were really merciless... It was incredible. In fact, I'm only taking a breather here,"she took another sip from her drink. "I intend to get back as soon as I get my legs to move again for another few sessions."

"I'll never understand you elves and your fascination with carnality," Keldorn said.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it," Laska smirked. "Want me to introduce you to Sinvyl?"

"I don't think he'll survive the sensory experiences," Viconia said. "And why aren't you asleep?"

"I could ask you two the same," Keldorn said. "Truth be told, I've been thinking about the strategy we could use to free the eggs from the clutches of Ardulace."

"The main temple of Lolth," Viconia said. "No mistake there. It's the most well defended building in the city. Besides, she'd want to keep the eggs close. No doubt she intends to sacrifice the young."

"We should scout out the temple. Look for any weakness, anything we could exploit," Keldorn said. "Are you doing anything now, Viconia? I could use your experience."

"No," Viconia said. "And I'm not tired yet. We could take a peek, if we keep our distance."

"Oh, come on, we just got here, do you want to go around mounting a rescue already?!" Laska exclaimed and slid a little downward into the chair.

"Someone has to keep an eye on the mission," Keldorn said.

"Well," Laska forced herself to stand up, wobbled a bit, but finally managed to keep standing. "You do what you want, but now I'm gonna have some more sex."

"This is not a place to be for people with vertigo," Keldorn half-joked as he and Viconia made their way over a series of walkways suspended little over 200 meters above the ground. They wounded around several spires until they finally arrived at a section of the city that was built on a rock-plateau. Viconia was amused that Keldorn was visibly relaxed when standing on top of solid ground, especially since he'd been walking as far from any edge as possible. So far, they had encountered few passer-by's, which was good seeing they were about to spy on the temple of Lolth.

"How far is the temple?" Keldorn asked.

"Only a few more walkways," Viconia said. "You always find the main temple in the middle of the city."

"Ah." Keldorn nodded. "The 'Spider in the web', you mean?"

"Yes," Viconia said. "Though in this case, the spider is suspended high above the city."

"Just wonderful." Keldorn sighed.

"HELP! SOMEONE! PLEASE HELP ME!!!" sounded a few turns in the road ahead. Viconia caught Keldorn's arm as the paladin was about to run ahead.

"Calm," Viconia said. "Don't attract attention to ourselves."

Calmly yet anxiously, the two continued on their path. There, they wound a shallow pit containing several wraith-spiders. Huddled in the back, sat a tiny Drow boy, sobbing quietly as the spiders were making threatening moves at him. At the edge of the pit stood a panicking Drow female with disheveled hair, dressed in common clothing and looking very desperate. Opposite to her stood a handmaiden of Lolth, whip at the ready. She looked haughty and wore a permanent scowl.

"Female, you should calm down," the handmaiden snorted.

"Why did you throw my son into the spider-pit?!" the other female wailed. "WHY?!"

"You should be honored that your brat will feed the children of Lolth. Besides, you poor folk are always complaining that there's not enough food due to the war and I'm just making sure you have one less mouth to feed. But, most importantly, now I have something amusing to watch," the handmaiden grinned.

"HELP!" the commoner female wailed in desperation again. "PLEASE! ANYONE!! HELP MY LITTLE BOY!"

"Do you think anyone here will actually stand up to me?!" the handmaiden mocked her. "Don't make me laugh."

Hiding behind a small cropse of giant mushrooms, Keldorn and Viconia watched what happened. And Viconia could clearly see that Keldorn was seething. "Viconia," Keldorn spoke in anger. "I know we want to keep a low profile, but I cannot sit idly by and do nothing."

"We can do something..." Viconia said. "But we have to be prepared to finish it. Here's what we'll do..."

Quick as a flash, Keldorn sprinted from the mushrooms towards a sculpture holding Viconia's flail. He grabbed the arm of the statue leaned to the right and held out the flail. Immediately, Viconia appeared and put her feet against the edge of the pit, grabbed chains kist above the heads of the flail firmly, allowing the chains in the flail to swing her across the pit. She then leaned in, grasped the boy with her free hand, let go of the flail and let her momentum swing her to safety outside of the pit.

Immediately, Viconia handed the boy to his mother, who gave her a final nod of thanks before speeding off as fast as her legs could carry her.

In the meantime, the handmaiden turned to Viconia and drew her whip. "How DARE you ruin my fun! I shall torture you for many days! You will beg for death, but I will withhold all mercy!!"

"Down you go!" Keldorn shouted, and gave the handmaiden a rough push. The female shrieked in disbelief, lost her balance and rolled into the pit. Immediately, the spiders were upon her, covering her with sticky webbing.

"Lolth preserve me! Save your servant from your children's wrath!!" she managed to shout just before her entire body was spun into the fine silk.

"The mother?" Keldorn asked.

"She didn't stick around," Viconia said. "Just as well. We wouldn't want gushing commoners attracting any further attention."

While still looking at the handmaiden struggling inside her cocoon, Keldorn nodded. "Yes. Let us go," he said as the wraith-spiders sunk their teeth into the cocoon and the muffled screams started.

"Only one way in," Viconia said. "And only one walkway leading into the temple."

"Front door only," Keldorn confirmed. "This will be difficult."

"Strange," she said as they hid behind another cropse of mushrooms, looking at the suspended temple. "Normally there are dozens of escape routes and secret entrances. Ardulace is confident and sure of Lolth's favor if she built a temple with only one entrance.

"Which leaves us to somewhat of a disadvantage," Keldorn sighed.

"Who knows," Viconia replied. "Maybe the opportunity will present itself. We have won favor with Ardulace's daughter, of course, but I wonder how much that allegiance can help us to reach our goal."

They watched the entrance somewhat longer. Observing the movements of its visitors. There were some nobles and some commoners who'd go in to get some blessings, but there was no way they could break into the temple and stay unseen.

"Keldorn?" Viconia asked. "Would you mind me asking you a question?"

"Please do."

"I have noticed your rather... odd... behaviour in the Sahaugin city and..."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"But."

"I do NOT want to talk about it," Keldorn raised his voice, but caught himself when he saw Viconia was frantically looking around if they had been heard. When Viconia relaxed, so did Keldorn.

"I was just wondering because it was not like you," Viconia said. "Perhaps you would like to talk about it. Talking helps."

"What fool told you that?"

"You did," Viconia smirked. "When you were prying into my past. Come on, Keldorn. You have helped me in the past and I have learned much from you. Let me help you too and return the favor."

"Very well," Keldorn sighed. "If you must know... It happened when I was, oh, about a 21 year old initiate of the Order. So proud, so cocky. I was young, I found the rules of Order so black and white, so stifling," Keldorn smiled. "Heh, I was personally going to reinvent the Order manifest, making it looser, more open, less stuffy. Well, me and my friend Rogert were part of a contingement of knights being sent to the Moonshae's by sea to help defend against an army of sea-trolls invading the northern islands. All battles went as planned, and there's not much to tell there. But one shift, we were assigned to patrol the makeshift docks where the ship was moored and there, on the beach, we found a washed up Sahaugin. It was badly wounded, and we took pity on the creature, even though we knew it was an evil creature at heart. Fools that we were, we smuggled the creature on board the ship and started to nurse it to health. We were so proud, such fools. We thought that we could perhaps turn the creature away from evil, and we hoped that the creature would perhaps taken these ideals back to his own people where it could spread. At first, the creature was responsive... and actually seemed interested in our teachings. It was intelligent, but wary... and we thought we could trust it. So, one day, I left Rogert alone in the hold while I'd try to steal some rations to feed it, but when I came back, I found Rogert lying lifeless in the hold. I found the Sahaugin there as well," Keldorn's voice became distant. "Eating..."

"I see," Viconia nodded.

"I was only away for a few minutes," Keldorn said. "But most of Rogert's soft tissue had already been eaten. I slew the foul beast on the spot. I was blamed for the death of Rogert, and rightly so. I lost my rank and had to start again as an apprentice. Nobody in the Order would even look at me for almost a year and I came close to leaving."

"That must have been hard," Viconia said. "I know what it's like to have trust betrayed."

"Losing a friend and being responsible for his death is worse," Keldorn spoke. "You could say I fell in line with the Order, and came to believe that evil not only exists in it's true form, but that evil rules the hearts of some creatures and can never be driven away. There are some creatures that cannot be redeemed, or so I believed. Until I met you."

"Is that why you were never willing to give me a chance until that day when the party had dinner at your estate?" Viconia asked.

"I saw you and your race as yet another irredeemable evil in the world that should be routed," Keldorn said. "Until I saw you as an intelligent being with depth and actual feelings. I am glad I was right."

"Don't get all mushy on me, Paladin," Viconia smirked and kept an eye on the temple. "Do you feel better now?"

"Somewhat," Keldorn spoke. "I never told that story to anyone. Not even to Maria."

"I must bring out the best in people then," Viconia smirked.

"I cannot help thinking about the handmaiden..."

"We had to finish her off," Viconia said. "She would have blown our cover."

"Yes," Keldorn said. "I realize that, and the boy deserved to live. But I can't help but wonder. That woman and her child, she behaved like any mother would. If there are more people like her, could the Drow race be redeemed one day?"

"It's in the hands of my own people," Viconia said. "The lure of power is hard to resist, but if there is to be a redemption of my people, it will come from the commoners, not from the nobles."

"Perhaps," Keldorn spoke. "Let's return to the Spire. We've done all we can here."

Imoen snuggled comfortably in the Drow bed in her room. Even though there were plenty of separate rooms, Imoen was still not comfortable with sleeping alone, so she moved in with Viconia... without asking her first. Luckily, Viconia didn't mind.

Imoen looked at the room for a bit. Soft carpets lined the floor and many artworks adorned the stone walls of the room. The volcanic rock the spire consisted off conveyed the warmth rising from the earth very well, making the room warm and comfortable without the need for a fireplace.

Imoen rubbed the fabric of the blankets over her cheek, amazed at how impossibly soft it was. In the back of the room, behind a dressing screen, stood Viconia, who had just come into the room. She had lain her robe over the screen and was changing into her nightshift.

"Where'd you go, Vic?" Imoen asked. She was feeling rather tired and stifled a yawn.

"I just made a quick visit to the market-place," Viconia said as she could be seen dressing through the slightly transparent screen. "I picked up a new nightshift. The other was quite warm in this city. How's your cheek, by the way?"

"My hero," Imoen flushed. "I don't feel anything anymore."

"That's good," Viconia spoke and Imoen heard the soft sound of fabric sliding over skin.

Imoen snuggled into the blankets once more, but was unprepared for the sight she would be confronted with when her Drow friend stepped from behind the dressing screen. What she saw made her mouth go dry. 'Wowie, wow, wow!' were Imoen's immediate thoughts.

Viconia was wearing a tight-fitting top which not only left her slender midriff bare, but displayed all but everything of Viconia's impressive physique. The matching bottom-piece was equally tiny... and Viconia's legs never looked this long and sexy before... 'Did I just think sexy?! Wow, yes I did... Well, it's pretty sexy. Very sexy... Sexy, sexy. Ack, shut up, Brain, shut up! Oh, wow, her legs must be three meters long...'

"You like it?" Viconia smiled as she slipped under the covers. "Fine quality spider-silk. Very soft."

"That's, um, well, pretty wow, really," Imoen managed to say. She quickly blew out the candle... unfortunately, the dim light coming from the lava-streams outside of the Spire made Viconia seem even more alluring. Not knowing what to do, Imoen simply lay on her side facing away from her Drow friend. 'Don't look, don't look, don't look! She'll see you drooling!'

As if shocked by electricity, Imoen shuddered when she suddenly felt Viconia's soft fingertips caressing her arm. "Vic? Wha..." she managed to stammer. 'Wha... wha... what's she doing... Oh, wow that sure feels nice... Nicer... Nicest... I hope she keeps doing that... and that... Wowie...'

"Sssssh," Viconia whispered quietly and urged Imoen to keep lying on her side. The Drow's hot breath on her skin was only a small indication of Viconia's warmth behind her, making it very clear that the Drow was very near to her indeed. Imoen felt Viconia brush away some of her hair, and let out a gasp when she felt soft lips softly kissing her neck. 'Oh, and that! Oh, yes, THAT! Keep doing that... for the next 15 years... 15 years non-stop... Wow, heaven...'

"You look so magnificent as a Drow, Imoen," sounded Viconia's throaty whisper between kisses. Trembling, Imoen noticed that Viconia was slowly raising her nightshift... and to her relief, Viconia stopped as soon as her bellybutton was revealed.

"Vic, ermm, wha... ermm, why are you... huh?" Imoen stammered. 'Oh, great, Im, just great. I can't believe how suave and sophisticated you were just now. Welcome to virgin-town, Imoen. Population : YOU!!'

But Imoen was offered no solace. Viconia continued her sensory assault by slowly twirling circles around Imoen's bellybutton with her fingertips, making the girl shudder when she continued nibbling her neck as well... Viconia truly knew no mercy. 'Not that I want any right now... Wow, her lips are really soft... Softer... Softest.'

"I find you irresistible," Viconia whispered as her kisses moved upward. The Drow slowly started to nibble softly on Imoen's earlobe causing the trembling let out a cry of pleasure as Viconia's playful tongue lovingly massaged her sensitive flesh. 'S... supertongue... Can lick over tall buildings in a single bound, faster than a speeding arrow... W-why is the room going all blurry?'

Imoen closed her eyes and let these feelings wash over her, letting them awaken passions within her that she had never even known before. But suddenly, Viconia stopped her ministrations. Imoen's eyes snapped wide open as she felt herself being rolled on her back. 'Oh, no... What's she going to do now?! Poor hot chocolate over my belly? Hmmm... chocolate...'

"No," Imoen whispered as Viconia started pull on her nightshift. 'She... she slept with a lot of people. A LOT of people. A whole DAMN lot of people... What if she's disappointed?!;

"Don't worry," Viconia smiled... her smile was inviting and sultry. "Raise your arms," she demanded and Imoen felt it was best to comply. Still shuddering, Imoen felt her nightshift being pulled over her head. The little mage couldn't deny being very embarressed about being exposed like this, and was afraid to meet Viconia's eyes. 'Alright, arms covering everything... That's good, right? Yeah, pretty good. Oh, no, she's looking at me... What am I going to do?! I can't lie here like this all night! Ermm, alright, alright... just like a bandage, then : RIGHT OFF!' Imoen's arms flailed away from her chest. 'Oh, crap, I almost slapped her! Nice going, VIRGIN!'

The Drow didn't seem to mind however, and was even more amused. "You are blushing," Viconia chuckled, and Imoen realized her face might be lit up bright red in Viconia's eyes. "There is no need."

Suddenly, Imoen found herself being straddled by Viconia. She concluded that the Drow's legs were deceptively strong. Viconia smiled again... that sexy inviting smile... just before she pulled her top over her head with one single flowing move, shaking her head to let her long white hair fall back in place, and to allow the young girl another view on her magnificent body. 'Wow... wow... wow... Okay, Brain, I need another word than wow... Wow... Wow... Damn, I really need to read a thesaurus... ACK, stupid Brain! There's a beautiful Drow sitting naked on top of me and I'm thinking of a THESAURUS?! Argh, I'm such a VIRGIN!'

"Vic, I... I never," Imoen started.

"Sssshhh," Viconia smiled and put her finger on Imoen's lips to silence her. "Calm down, I'll be gentle. Just lie back... and let it happen to you."

'Sounds good... sounds very good... very good...'

Imoen swallowed and nodded briefly, allowing Viconia to continue her dance of seduction. And, to be honest, Imoen was having a hard time keeping her eyes of Viconia's slender body. 'Could I touch them? They look really nice and soft... Do you think Vic'll let me touch them?!'

Viconia arched her back and bent herself over Imoen. The Drow placed her hands on either side of Imoen's head. Imoen and Viconia were not infinitely close, yet never touching, and Imoen was once again overwhelmed with the sensations of Viconia's closeness. The soft white hair tickling her face, the smell of cinnamon, Viconia's intense gaze, her warm breath... Imoen almost fainted on the spot. 'Okay, Imoen, breathe... breathe... breathe... Oh, crap, CRAP! I forgot how to breathe! Oh, no, I don't wanna die a stupid virgin! Come on, how do I breathe again... Ummm... Duuhhhh...

You use you lungs, dumbass!

Of course!! Thanks, Brain!'

Still, Imoen was determined to let things happen to her... but suddenly realized she hadn't done anything yet, but was lying there like a wooden board. 'She... she isn't losing interest, is she... Wow, come on, do something, Im! Prove you're not a prude! Rise to the occasion and claim your victory, or be coward and remain a virgin forever. Okay, here goes... Here goes... Come on, arm, MOVE! MOVE!'

So, Imoen carefully raised one hand and moved toward's Viconia's chest, only to briefly touch one of Viconia's impossibly soft breasts. But as quickly as she touched her lover's breast, she withdrew her hand. 'Great, you really proved your virgin-hood now, you moronic ditz. Still, it was nice. Very nice... Very, very nice! So soft, so... so round... Wow, they are on fire.

Is that why you pulled back your hand so quickly?

Shut UP, Brain!'

Viconia had clearly interpreted the move as an invitation and slowly but surely, Viconia leaned in. Viconia's lips briefly touched Imoen's. It was a tame kiss at first, an exploratory kiss, but Viconia was not someone to leave a job half done. One kiss followed another... and another. Viconia slid her left hand upwards and let it rest on Imoen's cheek to prepare for her next move. Slowly, but surely, Viconia parted Imoen's lips with her tongue and started a second exploration. Their tongues met... Viconia crushed her body into Imoen's... and she was lost. 'Oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow, oh, wow... Tongue! Body! Tonguebody! Bodytongue... Twirling tongue, hot, hot body! Imoen, you're make in the shade! Finally, virgin-town will become ghost-town! Population : NOT ME!!'

Gone were all her doubts. Gone were all her inhibitions. Imoen wrapped her arms around the Drow and buried her hands in her white hair, while Viconia clasped the girl in her own embrace. The kiss deepened steadily and became wild. Viconia was making love to her... True love...

'I luv ya, I luv ya, I luv ya, I love Vic! She's... she's touching me all over... Wow, like a steaming hot soft blanky with lips and a killer tongue. Hmm, soft skin... Okay, Vic, my turn!'

Imoen let out a cry, literally lifted Viconia from the bed flipped her over, straddling the now pouty looking Drow. "Okay, baby," Imoen spoke in a deep, throaty voice. "I'm gonna made love to you till the break of dawn."

"But... but... this is the Underdark! There is no dawn!"

"Yep," Imoen grinned. "Plenty of time for me to bring this artifact back to the museum where it belongs and for us to get busy all week long..."

'Hey, why is Vic sounding so prissy all of a sudden. W... when did I put on this leather jacket and a hat... Bullwhip? Where'd that come from?! Oh, well, never mind... I've got VIC to play with.'

"I'm going to make you melt like hot wax!" Imoen chuckled and assaulted Vic.

"Imoen," Viconia moaned as Imoen took her in a fierce embrace and continued to ravage her with kisses and carresses. "Imoen... Imoen..."

"IMOEN!" was shouted. "IMOEN, WAKE UP!!"

Imoen started awake and yelped as she rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with an 'oof'. Luckily, the floor was nicely carpeted.

"Wha? Vic? Wha?" Imoen blinked as she recovered from the fall.

"You were snoring!" Viconia snarled. "And drooling! Not to mention that you were rolling around like crazy. I can't even begin to count the times I got an arm in my face!!"

"I... I was?" Imoen looked around... and noticed with disappointment that her scowling Drow friend was wearing her regular non-revealing nightshift.

"And why are you hugging your pillow?" Viconia asked. "You were clutching that thing as if it were your child!"

"Errrm," Imoen stammered. "I, um, I love this pillow! It's, um, very special to me."

"Oh, just get back to bed and back to sleep," Viconia sighed and rolled on her back. "You humans can be so weird sometimes."

'Oh, great, she thinks I'm a complete moron now. THANKS A LOT, STUPID Brain, for that dream! Couldn't you at least hold on to dreams like that for a night when Vic is away at the pleasure chambers? Argh, I'm going to stab you with a nitting needle tomorrow, stupid Brain! Uh-oh, better say something, Vic's looking at me funny.'

"I know, but, hey, gnomes can be weirder, I suppose," Imoen chuckled and climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over herself and slamming her head into her pillow. 'CRAP!' she thought wryly, 'I'm still a virgin...'

"Just look at Jan, ey Vic? Vic?" Imoen asked, but noticed Viconia's eyes were closed already.

"Sleeping again, ey?" Imoen whispered, but... simply couldn't resist. Ever so slightly, the girl slid closer and closer to Viconia. Carefully, she moved next to Viconia, being careful not to touch her. Finally, supporting on her elbow, her face hovered just above Viconia's. Nerves gripped Imoen by the throat as she leant in, but keeping enough distance between them so she could pull back immediately should Viconia wake up again. Then, Imoen quickly pressed her lips on Viconia's for a nanosecond and pulled back again. Viconia grimaced in her sleep and batted around with her hand. She pulled away on her side, facing away from Imoen.

'Hah!' Imoen grinned. 'First kiss! Too bad Vic can't remember it'.

Content, however, Imoen snaked and arm over Viconia's waist and snuggled up against her. The girl fell asleep using Viconia's soft hair for a pillow... but after she had dozed off, Viconia laid her hand on Imoen's, and softly caressed it with her thumb.

Thanks for reading. Hope the scene didn't freak out too many of you. :) No, seriously, since two NPC's are involved here, and everybody has different views on their characters, I hope it wasn't too controversial. Even though nothing really even happened in the end. :D