Mal never actually felt her jaw drop, but when she had finished admiring the elf's body and tattoos, she found it hanging open, inviting flies to go ahead and roost inside. Not really thinking about what she was doing she began removing her leather armor. Underneath, she wore woolen cloth garments to keep the armor from chafing and to help keep her warm in cooler environments, like Northrend. Without the armor to constrict it so much, she felt a bit less cramped, even if the flexible material made the bulge all the more noticeable. She then took off her shirt, tossing it aside like the rest of her armor. Compared to Dathwed's, the half-orc's breasts, tipped with olive-green nipples which were so hard at the moment they looked like they could cut glass, weren't all that big. However, neither could she really be accused of being flat chested. She had nice, little-more-than-a-handful sized breasts. She left her cloth trousers on as she went into the bathroom. She took a washcloth and soaked it in the warm water, wringing it out a bit before she placed it against the elf's small back and, putting a hand on her shoulder, began to run it up and down, washing her back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>