"Other then your employer..no I can't really think of anything else I'd rather be doing right now.."  The drunken woman blinks, letting that thought marinade for a bit.  "OH! You..meant ..now." She looks around, shrugging.<br/>"Adjusting might make for a better angle." She nods, grasping Torins hands and lifting them from her breasts, dropping them mid air as she takes a step towards the crates.  She kicks off her pants and tries to make an 'alluring' face. It fails and only comes off as oafish and drunken.<br/><br/>She reaches out and grasps Torins hands , bringing them back to her breasts.  While normally such a feat would cause her much enjoyment, right now its just..kinda...there.  Its not that the fellow wasn't skilled...<br/><br/>"Erm..here." She instructs, grabbing the larger hands and directing two fingers to gently tug at her right nipple.  The bud hardens and grows, causing a low purr to escape the Remembrancers' throat.  "Better.." she purrs,leaning back slightly, her hips almost making contact with her companions chest. "More stories..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>