Bianka looked almost dissaponted when the lithe elf once mlfr concealed her form under the bath water.  The stinging words killed the feeling somewhat though arousal still lingered in her stomach and her skin still flushed from it. Her blue eyes narrowed a little however, filled win an intense hate for a moment before she took a deep breath throug her nose,  which didn't help one bit in calming her, she'd only acted kind to the elf! " I don't really -want- a husband or a child at all, and I especially don't think I care much for men anyway! And I wasn't born on a farm. I was born to a blacksmith and know that trade too, and he taught me to defend myself. I'll misc because I -have- to.  "<br/><br/>The woman's words didn't drip with venom like th elve's nor did they particularly sting, but the we're hot and she was now angry,  her cheeks flushed even more red as she choked back a particularly nasty comennt about elves and knife-ears. She diet know why the elf would try her so, even after buying the she-elf cider and introducing. As he'd temper flared her eyes still wandered though,  always going back to lingering just before the swell of elven breasts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>