<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Yartar Cart and Barge - Hand of Yartar Guildhall</span></b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">"Free yourself and you can get as close as you dare."  Alma taunted back at the confident thief.  Unlike many young thieves, if you could call most any adult elf young, her confidence was at least backed up by skill.  Her girls were not bad knot tiers so as the ropes binding the elf's hands fell free, she was impressed.  It didn't cause her any pause on the keys though, as she continued to excite the vibrations within the elf.  The simple fact the elf wasn't simply hanging limp and moaning was a testament to her concentration and sexual stamina, especially as she freed one ankle fairly quickly.  But then it struck her, a climax sent her body rigid, though she had the presence of mind to cross her feet and stiffen her lovely legs as she hung from one ankle.  Her body was like a work of living art, that elven physique so admired by the human guild mistress as she slowed her keying of the note as Tathariel rode out her climax.  </span><br/><br/>Once the climax passed, the elf made short work of the last of her bindings.  Alma stood and slow clapped her admiration of the elf's skill and elegance.  "Well done, I am most impressed, and aroused."  She said with a hint of a wicked smile that suggested she wouldn't rule out a bit more pleasure before she got to her business.