<b><span style="font-size: 18px">Beldabar's Rest</span></b><br/><br/>As the young noblewoman bounces free of her upper silks, her hands instinctively try to come up to cover ... but of course, each arm is in Ivan's powerful grip at the moment, so she manages little more than a small tug that sends a tremor through precisely the anatomy she was trying to conceal.<br/><br/>But of course, that was more habit than anything else, because the tremendous heat Ixana feels isn't going anywhere. Nock may have ordered her to get rid of Ivan, but he didn't build compliance into the bracers. This strange Nock-stud might rank 12 on a 10 point scale, but Ivan himself was above a 9.5, so neither was really a safe spot for her eyes, slightly lidded with lust. No way was she throwing this guy out ... truthfully, she was a little worried Nock might be stringing her along - a guy like that could bang basically anyone he wanted. If she got rid of Ivan and then Nock turned her down ... she shivers at the thought.<br/><br/>At least Ivan seemed hypnotized by her bared bosom, so she backs towards the bed slowly - agonizingly slowly to Ixana's magically-adjusted way of thinking - hoping his gaze will draw the warrior forward. Meanwhile she grips at Nock's vest with her right hand, nearly moaning with desire as this involves looking at him again.<br/><br/>Breathy with need she inquires of the gnome,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Could I trouble you to ..."</span>Ixana pauses, biting her lower lip before continuing,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"> "... join me in bed, sir?"</span><br/><br/>Meanwhile, if Ivan has indeed followed her curves, she attempts to wrap her left arm, possessively, around the fighter's waist.