Cyrine laughs drunkenly, snorting even. "Oh Torin...thas' a good one." She is giddy. Pretty was never a term she'd use to describe her gangly, awkward  frame, the unruly quaff of hair  and seemingly plain facial features didn't help. She knew she wasn't pretty. But it was sweet of the big lug to try.  "Do straight girls like that? Being told their pretty?" She resists the urge to dissolve in to a unrelenting storm of giggles. She takes another swig. "I'm  good to do whatever I need to to get maximum story time."<br/>She laughs, "Its not anythin you ain't seen before....on me...even." she laughs as the realization hits her.<br/>She unbuckles the top clasp of her leather tunic, she follows it with a second. A plain red bra is seen under the garment. She reaches out and grabs Torins hand- inspecting his giant-mansized fingers. This was going to be interesting.<br/>She adapts a sweet sing song voice and clacks her glad stone, "Be gentle its my first time.." she jokes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>