"Y're probably right about that." The man casually noted her disinterest in the King, as ammunition to use later. He might not be the smartest of men, but there were certain cunning tricks he'd learned to be pretty well at despite his lack of bookish knowledge.<br/><br/>There was what amounted to an outfit laid out on the bed; a rather skimpy but oddly plain pair of panties, a simple, white shirt that had a couple too few buttons near the top and thus hung rather open down the front, as well as revealing her midriff, and an equally practical-over-style skirt that might at a stretch reach her knees. He had to admit to himself, he'd been both more conservative and more boring than he'd pick through choice, but it was best to ease her into these things. It was only lunchtime, after all, and she was expected to be staying for at least a couple of days.<br/><br/>Despite the array of outfits, though, he moved to a drawer rather than toward her or the bed. "I wonder, my big-titted friend, if you've interest in a little game..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>