Ianthe tipped back the last of her drink, and, grinning at him, stood.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I'll see you in a few hours, then,"</span>she declared, and with his<i>and you're all mine</i>intentions still haunting her thoughts, turned and strode purposefully from the bar, the better to hide the faint blush that had begun to creep into her cheeks. She climbed the stairs to her room quickly, locked the door behind her, and began stripping out of her armor like it was on fire.<br/><br/>She was letting her hands roam over her belly and breasts before she even reached the shower, and with warm water pouring over her body and rinsing sweat and dust away, her fingers grew bolder -- exploring where the Grey had stretched her, enough to bring her arousal to a simmer. She dried off languorously, then stretched out across the bed naked with her hands still caressing her curves, only to drift off into a light sleep with a headful of deliciously naughty fantasies.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>