


The sweet, playful elven adventurer you met coaxes you to come home with them. The door barely falls shut before they're stripteasing to the bedroom. They never let you touch, pawing at your attempts to draw the strings of their blouse. With a dark, under-the-lash stare they offer you a show: you can't touch, but you can watch. The sheets shift as they start to spread their bare thighs, and a hand snakes down before you can see between.
Their voice goes soft and low. "So, darling, want to see?"