Akari was walking, or at least trying to, along with the rest of the party. A few hours had passed since the "punishment," and her hips were completely sore, she was considering taking a break from sex for at least a couple of days.
Akari player: Come on, Akari's a cleric! Can't I just cast a healing word and be done with it?
dungeon master: No
laughter from the others.
The group was marching toward the second mission, the cave with the angry slimes.
Sylnohir was holding a magical bow; it was supposed to be her father's reward for saving her from the druids, but after she expressed interest in going on an adventure, it became a gift for the journey.
There was also a jarring scene of an old hunter crying and a young half-elf patting him on the back in annoyance, but we'll skip that.
Angela: So that's what happened. Anyway, sister, you're walking a little strange. I'm sure you don't want to rest any longer. You don't have to **** yourself.
Akari, with a slightly shrill voice: I'm sure! I'm ready for a new mission!
Luli: Angela, I'm sure you won't worry us anymore.
Angela: Okay, so the cave is still an hour away. I'm sure we won't encounter any problems.
The dungeon master rolls a die.
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