Navoc stared out his window before closing the curtains, giving his chest a itch as he began to strip down. Throwing clothes aside till a he was nude, he was as before said a well built bloodelf. Going to his closet he took out a regular set of clothing and set them down onto the bed, the angle giving a clear view of all of him. He was unlike many regular bloodelf men quite well hung in terms of that equal to or greater to that of a nightelf male, looking over the clothing he paused a moment...his mind going to the hug he recieved and the manner of which the bloodelf female's chest jiggled. Causing a 'rise' in him as he turned a soft crimson, shaking his head from the though he continued trying to decide which attire would suite him best.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>