Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20180113024503/@comment-34358576-20180118222131

Riftvus quickly ran back to camp. Slime clunged to some of his clothes. He walent to his private tent, and started to take everything off. He examined the slime, rolling it into a ball with his fingers. To the Monster Girl that assualted him, it was like a little bug (surveilance), as well as a tracker. He continued to play with it in his friends.