“Oh—” Vera shuddered and lowered her trembling hands. The palms hovered around the dwarf’s head for a while, indecisive of whether to touch the brown, braided hair. She’d probably end up pulling Hilda away or pushing her deeper in, so Vera withdrew the hands instead and laid them on the entirely inkless skin of her bared behind that was now the most exposed part of her body, like a gigantic orb radiating sheer nudity towards the entrance of the bar from among the clothes and tattoos that covered the rest of her skin.<br/><br/>When Hilda’s tongue touched her mound, Vera’s grin widened and her embarrassed expression turned back into joy. It was all good again, the confused thoughts about the priestess gone, and Vera’s voice clear once more as she let out a playful laugh. When the priestess pulled back the tongue, she shifted her tattooed hands higher onto the tucked-up skirt around her waist, and finally opened her eyes to look down at the crouched woman.<br/><br/>“Oh darling, you’re so completely wrong,” Vera grinned as she stared into Hilda’s eyes from above, “yet so right at the same time.”<br/><br/>Slowly, the human knelt down and slid the black fabric of the skirt along her thighs, until it slipped over the knees and pooled on the floor at her feet. Seeing how the dwarf’s expression had changed since the last time she had seen her, Vera smiled at Hilda with her big, blueish-grey eyes wide open, and her dark, wine-red lower lip briefly bitten by her clear-white teeth.<br/><br/>“I could show you where it is,” Vera said when their eyes were nearly at the same level, and then lowered her voice, “Or I could show you where you should get<i>your</i>first tattoo.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>