Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150724223316/@comment-5583506-20150725134111

Ever since she had been arrested and put behind bars in the Imperial City's prison, Shakti had been sleeping uneasy, constantly worrying about the fate of her sisters. This night's dream however turned out to be... different...

She found herself happily dancing around in nothing but her underwear in a fountain in Daggerfall with not a single care in the world. All her travelling companions were watching her with different opinions about her lustful behaviour.

"I don't like where this is going", said Gabriel and crossed his arms.

"Shut up and enjoy the show", replied Ragnar, who for some reason wore a dress patterned with roses. In his right hand he was carrying a signpost marked with an arrow pointing to him and a text stating: Get it here.

"This is an outrage!" said Talin sternly, wearing big, red clogs. "Shakti, stop that dancing this very instant!"

"Nah!" she shrugged, clearly still drunk as she collapsed into the fountain with a splash, getting her spectators all wet.

"That does it", snarled Zaydate. "I don't mind getting wet, but you will pay for what you did... with blood!"

The Argonian headed over to a table which had all of a suddenly appeared. On the surface were several tankards filled with plum juice. The lizard-woman smiled cruelly at Shakti as she slowly began to drink the contents.

"Don't you dare touch this one's plum juice!" growled Shakti.

Zaydate ignored her request and continued to empty the tankards one by one.

"Stop her!" said the Khajiit. "This one will..."

"Enough!" said Talin and crossed his arms over his chest. "Ragnar, punish her."

The big Nord put away his sign and grabbed one of Shakti's legs before furiously starting to tickle her feet. "Now you will know pain, you subordinate cat!" he said threatingly.

"N-no!" laughed Shakti. "Please, stop it!"

Gabriel grabbed her other foot and started to work his tickling on it as well.

The Khajiit snickered in blissful torture and could do nothing but to watch as Zaydate continued to seductively drink all of her plum juice. Shakti looked at Talin for mercy, but for some reason, the Imperial had now grown a pair of fairie wings and was armed with a slaughterfish for a sword.

"If you think this is weird", he chuckled insanely, "wait until the hungover sets in!"

And with those words he smacked her across the head, forcing her to wake up.

Shakti found herself to be back in bed with an obscene smile on her face. She had curled up in a position as if she had tried to protect her feet.

"Damn Ragnar and Gabriel", she snickered. "And most of all to hell with that lizard! She will not touch Shakti's plum juice ever again."

She never really cared much about the meaning of the dream. Dreams were just dreams, a mix of several figments of imagination. Yet there was always some grain of truth in them as well. She could feel it as soon as she got up from the bed and started heading downstairs. Talin hadn't been lying in the dream. The hungover had just kicked in...