Everyone before had said them in jest or in an over dramatised way, but the way he spoke made her almost believe him when he spoke of her. “Don’t stop stroking… Ah.. Eporner I.. There’s an Elf. He thought back to the myriad of races he had passed on his way through the city. Yes. “Do you mind uncrossing your legs so I can clean higher?..”
“Oh, of course.” Mayla replied casually. “Oh.. She sat on the stool, arms folded beneath her substantial breasts, supporting them as she tried once more to compose herself. Her patrons would pay handsomely for a night with the Thorned Rose’s newest wench. You.. The races had always been separate, interacting with each other, yes, but maintaining the integrity of their borders through regular small skirmishers small claim warring. She blew out her candles and slid into the bed behind him, spooning him.
