After handing her beer over to Lensea , she removes the heavy armor that she's wearing, thinking that it would only get in the way of pure physical contest of strength.  While she doesn't measure very high, this obviously still weighed a hefty bit, and when she drops it, it makes a muffled clanking sound as the chains from her mail rub against each other.  As she's getting situated, with her heavy equipment on the ground and under her armor showing her rocky skin...and a slight bit of pudge where her last prey had been, but no clothing.  "It would be better for us both if you didn't hold back.  My people excel in physical prowess, and to work the forge, I have to be even stronger than the typical Oread."  There seems to be nothing seductive about her losing her armor or not wearing any clothing under it...if anything she seems pragmatic and rather nonplussed, as though being naked is the natural course of things.  Since he's towering over her, it's easy to underestimate someone her size and gender...but her arms, though deceptively thin, have the weight of a mountain behind them as her hand clasps with his and she looks at him evenly with a smile on her lips.  "Ready?"  As soon as she's told to go, her muscles tense as a slight grounding sound can be heard, and her arm slowly but inexorably pushes at the man's, determined to get him down.<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/659400">http://orokos.com/roll/659400</a>m(( 19+6=25 ))