"Well, I wasn't trying to buy you, dear but it is comforting to know you find me so appealing." The Dunmer still stood behind her bar as the Bosmer lady talkedr. Kalith could have walked with her, yes , but then the. . . subtle grinding of her thighs would have been visible to Lithelle. Damn the wood elf for even putting the suggestion in her mind but there was some welcoming feeling to it as well. It was subtle but Kalith could feel a familiar warmth she hadn't felt in a long time, and a want besides for what flowed beneath the Bosmer's pretty skin. Kalith felt foolish herself, flirting with the Wood Elf in the middle of the night, so close to revealing her flesh and secrets all in one for a simple night of pleasure. If Kalith could have at the moment she'd have kicked herself in the rear for being so damnably stupid! But , the fetcching smile, the big brown eyes it made her look past .<br/><br/><br/>"Oh, you are right. A reputation tarnishes just like the silver I used to be famous for." There was a hint of longing for days past in kalith's voice as her delicate but strong hand wrapped around the Bosmer's outreached forearm and they shook at the wrist, a formality here but a lifesaver in court to know your 'guest' wasn't armedThe Dunmer was chill to the touch, her fingers cold and her flesh soft and as she let go her long, nimble digits trailed the Bosmer's wrist before parting."Please do stop by, if you happen to come across even certain odd things like vampire dust or soul gems I would even take a look at them. I have a few projects going myself." It was a risk, yes, it rouses suspicion most likely but the Dunmer could only hope Lithelle didn't look too far into the reasons why a reclusive blacksmith even wanted soul gems or the dust of a vampire's bones."Diamonds as well, though... I doubt you'd want to give THOSE up."<br/><br/>As lithelle left the blacksmith sighed, her thighs rubbing together and her thirst greater than ever she had observed before. Azura help her, tonight she'd have to feed.<br/><br/>The next morning at the Bee and the Barb there would be a great uproar, a Nord whore would awaken with fang marks in her neck and the cries of "Vampire!" would spread like wild fire throughout the city. . .<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>