Winnie extended one of her fingers and awkwardly pulled on the hem of her dress, trying to relieve herself, if only a little bit, from the building pressure and the increasing notion of tightness her clothes were suddenly giving her. She almost felt trapped in her usually loved and very comfortable garbs. She had seen the man looking at her undressing herself from the ever so tight bodice that was usually around her waist. Nevertheless, she could not miss to see the warmth that was seen in his eyes, heat that was much more then just a temperature raising.<br/><br/>''I might have an idea brooding, that would surely make the trip easier and a lot faster. We do need to find a coastal city and the ships will arrive in Maenwor as well. We will simply fly, with ship and everything. But only if I'm able to summon a friend of mine on this ship. In my belt is a device, manufactured by a Dvergar. It will magically transport him when I press it, but I was warned to only do this when he was most needed. I believe this would be such a time. He could, as he has before in the past, change your ships into blimps overnight, especially with a little help of my magic and even the untrained warriors and mages amongst the Vimini. We could sail the sky and fly over the slavers and sands that could be death of us if we walk it. What do you say?''<br/><br/>Her eyes darted ever now and then towards his hands, flickering full of lust as she imagined the calloused fingers stroking her soft feathers. The woman was clearly lost in thought, as she suddenly shook her head as if to wake from some day dream. Then, almost as if it happened without thinking about it, one of her hands disappeared underneath the hem of her skirts. It could be interpreted as if she was straightening her clothes, nevertheless it took to long to not be suspicious.<br/><br/>A deep sigh escaped over the red and full lips of woman. The scent of wet wood and dirty clothes was soon to be mixed with a strong smell of arousal, coming from the sweet nectar she had broken with her curious fingers. Winnie dipped her digits in her own honeydew, and was shocked about how strangely easy she found it to be doing just that  in the company of this man. A blush, unlike any blush she had ever had in a long time, spread over her cheeks. It almost turned the deep turquoises blue into a velvety purple.<br/><br/>''I.. I...'' She stuttered, as she wondered if the man could see what she was doing, nevertheless she did not retreat her hand. She couldn't if she had wanted to. It all felt too good, too right to be wrong to do this. There was no reason, no sensible reason that was able to overcome the muddled mind of the sorceress, that could tell her to stop. Instead she just spread her legs a little more and closed her eyes, moaning with a silken voice before she was able to utter one more sentence.<br/><br/>''W-what... what is happening...''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>