Tunare would tell her what to do. It had felt nice but he had been too embarrassed to fully enjoy her touch. It was maybe like when she could not stop her nipples from getting hard for any of the male customers that came in and stared at her breasts. Any higher and he would have seen her unusual nipples. She had needed the tom for her lesson this morning with an incompetent Paladin and had been obliged to go back to Willow Wood just for the cat. The long sharp claws on each forearm curled slowly open and shut as if longing to dig deep into the defeated flesh of a hapless little female too foolish to stay out of the Down Below. she asked herself. “These wealthy folk: they think all we know can be taught in a three hour lesson.”
Kivan apologized for Lady Vishra’s poor knowledge of armouring. He felt Zanhass unwittingly brushing her tits across his back. Though himself a Wood Elf, Kivan grew up on a farm and had never seen so many Feir’Dal.
