<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Beldabar's Rest</span></b><br/><br/>Ixana nods at Nock's directions.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Like this?"</span>She mimics her wrists being strapped together, then ducks one elbow, swinging it so that her left arm angles sharply vis-a-vis her right.<br/><br/>Truthfully she's a little nervous about this whole tied up thing - but much better to acclimate herself to it here, in a safe room with proper gentlemen to defend her virtue. She moves to stand directly in front of the little gnome, his eye level on par with the slightly translucent mint and orange silks stretching over her more prominent anatomy. If Nock shows signs of distraction, Ix grins a little and delicately clears her throat before nodding slightly down at her outstretched wrists.<br/><br/>She glances over to Ivan as the binders are being fitted on,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"I'm sure that after th ... I ... huh ..."</span>Her voice trails off a little as the clasp closes.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"... feel a little ... strange."</span><br/><br/>Ixana's big blue eyes shrink as her lids slip down a lower, and she gnaws delicately at her lower lip.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"It's a bit ... warm in here, isn't it?" </span><br/><br/>An odd thing to say for someone wearing nothing but a few light scarves!<br/><br/>Oh wow, she was so ... wound up all of a sudden. Maybe having the handsome Ivan see her with wrists bound like this was doing strange things to her mind - Ixana hadn't considered how the bonds might make her feel any different. But clearly some animal part of her mind was reacting to it, making her a little horny. Ok, a lot horny. A whole lot. But this wasn't too big of a problem. She already intended to dally with Ivan anyhow. She just needed to get Nock out of the room faster than she was expecting. Gods above, *much* faster.<br/><br/>She rips her head from the handsome man to the gnome,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Nock, do you thi ..."</span><br/><br/>Ixana's jaw drops. She stares in shock, words taken from her by the absolute vision before her eyes. Someone had swapped out her erstwhile companion with ... some sort of god of pure sexuality. Every feature was exactly perfect. She hadn't even known that she liked gnomes - I mean, they were cute sort of, but she had never seen them in this sort of light.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"I ... uh ..."</span><br/><br/>Wait, was this Nock? I mean, it looked like him, but ... he couldn't have looked like this before? She'd have remembered! As it is she was a little worried the walking pinnacle - okay a short pinnacle, but that just meant well-proportioned - of perfection standing in front of her would haunt her dreams. And she was already super aroused! Ixana squishes her thighs together.<br/><br/>Eyes locked on Nock, tongue tied for once, Ixana tries a lustful, breathy,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Hi ... uh, I, uh, m-mean, hello there ..."</span>