<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Beldabar's Rest</span></b><br/><br/>As Ixana changed, Nock stared at the mirror long and hard enough that it got Ivan's attention.  He came over in time to see Ixana's bare ass in the reflection, being a fair bit taller than the gnome.  He was a clever little pervert, he would give him that much at least as he laughed to himself.  He moved off though, not exactly one to have to resort to sneaking peeks when he could have her eating out of his hand soon enough.<br/><br/>As she appeared from behind the screen, whatever attempt the two males might make at hiding their reaction was pretty much for naught.  Both jaws nearly hit the floor, if there was a way for a woman to actually look sexier with clothes on than off, Ixana had certainly perfected it.  Ivan recovered first.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"You look, stunning."</span>He said in what might have been his most truthful statement of the night.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Definitely." </span>Nock, whose eyes had never looked so big, managed to gasp out in response to her question.<br/><br/>It took Nock a moment to realize she was talking to him when she asked about wearing the wrist binders.  He blinked his eyes a couple of times then looked down at them as if wondering how they got into his hands.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Oh yes, well either but front is probably best if you can manage."</span>He hadn't exactly expected to be doing his trial run in front of an audience but he was eager to see his magic work and hopefully take the advantage away from this cleaned up barbarian.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"I should probably show you how they work first.  Just like ordinary binders as long as your wrists are more or less parallel."</span>He held them out in his small hands for her to see but not to handle just yet.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Except they are lighter and smoother than anything around, no bruising the merchandise so to speak."</span>He said with an eager smile as he objectified his adventuring partner, imagining her as his very own sex slave.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"But if you twist your arms more than 45 degrees, you're free!"</span>He twisted them in his hands and easily pulled the two bindings apart and they were little more than somewhat gaudy bracelets.<br/><br/>He produced a key from around his neck and unlocked them so they opened up to accept her wrists.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Ready?"</span>He asked, holding them out for her to place her wrists into them.