Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180215204154

(S9/Evylyn) Rotha casts a glance at Evylyn and sees her hesitation. She stifles a small laugh, shaking her head at the Elven Succubus, and simply dries Eothred's private area. She goes about it without the least bit of innuendo, not lingering in the least bit, despite wanting to very much.

Nonetheless, she finishes her task with Evylyn helping. She leans over and whispers in her ear.

"Okay, I'll lift from behind. Pick his legs up and swing him onto the bed."

Her breath tickles the Succubus' long ears. Evylyn picks up a faint scent from the High orc, something she's never smelled before. It's musky and dark, like wildflowers and leather.