Her: A wee bonnie lass enters the inn, hips swaying seductively in a clear
cry to be adored for the goddess she is, firm young body jiggling in all
the right places, the wafted scent of a undenyable pheromone filling the
air with intoxicating lusts.
Him: The dashing and handsome bard looks at the door falling madly in love
with the most beautiful woman he has seen in the last five minutes.
Her: She casts her mood ring eyes about, at the moment displaying a
pulsating, intense violet.
Him: He stands and bounds across the room, muscles rippling beneath the
rich doublet laying open to showcase a partial view of rock hard pecks
chiseled in aesthetically pleasing tanned skin.
Her: She shakes out her sunset red hair in an enthralling vision of hair
doing hair things, totally unaware that her peasant blouse has fallen to
her elbow laying one luscious curve of a genetically perfect breast in
partial view.
Him: The bard stands before the mystery woman who will bear his children
in two days gaping at the bared flesh like he has never seen one before in
all his life, his pants suddenly three sizes too small.
Her: She looks at him expectantly, sure he will spew an ode to her obvious
beauty and chaste virtues as is only fitting in such a situation.
Him: Thee art the most beautiful femme ah hath ever looked upon.
Her: M’lor’, y’do a wee lass ‘ho ‘as ne’errrrrrrrrr known ‘ha touch o’ a
man’ grrrrrrea’ ‘onor.
Him: He stares at her blankly hoping what she said was good and included
an invitation to bed her in the next five minutes because he has to go to
sleep in thirty minutes
Her: She bats her eyes at him artfully, hoping he notes the fact that they
have changed colors to a brilliant and naughty emerald.
Him: Mayest un homme buyeth thou un boisson?
Her: Aye, y’ken.
Him: Smiling his manly winning smile, he strides over to the bar in two
mighty steps to fetch a pair of glasses with bloodwyne just coincidentally
waiting at the bar for him.
Her: She poses while he is away not wanting anyone in the room to forget
that her blouse is falling off quite unbeknownst to her.
Him: He returns and hands her a glass.
Her: She takes it making sure to touch his hand while at the same time
pretending it was him doing the touching.
Him: Cherie, thee art most winsome. Je t’aime toujour.
Her: Th’ cannae b’trrrrue m’lor’. I be a wee virrrrrrgin ‘ho coul’ n’r
‘ope t’be loved b’ ‘he likes o’ y’.
Him: He blinks at her deciding she just gave him deflowering rights.
Her: Her luminescent eyes fill with tears while turning blue and she
begins to cry hoping it will make everyone in the room pay attention to
her and entice him to take her in a passionate embrace
Him: Unable to handle the idea of his fiance suddenly reduced to tears, he
takes her up into his all powerful arms, checking the room quickly for his
three other betrothed.
Her: She can feel her bountiful chest crushed to the bare part of his,
body still trembling with the tears
Him: Sips his wyne
Her: Sips her wyne
Him: Ma coeur, thee art most beauteous. Tis a sin foreth such perfection
to cry so.
Her: She lifts her tear stained face that suffered from no puffiness nor
snot slime, coffee brown eyes filled with raw sensuality, lips parted
invitingly.
Him: He presses his heated lips to hers to kiss her like she has never
been kissed before, half because now he can take her to a PR and half
because he is afraid she will open her mouth and say something else he
won’t get.
Her: Sips wyne
Him: Sips wyne
Her: She presses into his kiss, tongue tangling with his in a mystic,
erotic dance
Him: He holds her tightly in his arms even still, checking out a really
hot elf who just walked in
Her: Finally, she breaks the kiss, blushing terribly because she never
does anything like this
Him: Bien sur, willest thee come to mah Castle to continue?
Her: ‘ow darrrre y’tr’t m’like som common slut ‘ho onl’ wan’s t’ ‘ump like
a couple o’ rrrrrrrrrra’i’s!
Him: He looks at her blandly, wondering if she caughted him staring at the
elvish babe but trying to find a way to salvage the situation so he can
still score
Her: She slaps him resoundedly on the face
Him: So, thee dost liketh it rough, non?
Her: (You are SUCH a Newbie!!!! Shots him with Ignore Ray)
Him: (What a Snert Slaps an ignore on her sagging middle aged butt)