<span style="font-weight: bold">Eowyn</span><br/><br/>The centauress blushes crimson, as Aria explains just what she's wearing means, and she reaches for the hem of her shirt... but right now, she's nothing to replace it, and after a little fidgeting, leaves it on. “I guess... maybe I wouldn't mind... trying new things...” she stammers, then moans softly, hotly, as Aria<span style="font-style: italic">toys</span>with her.<br/><br/>“...a barmaid or three.”<br/><br/>Eowyn's eyes widen. “So long as they're willing,” she giggles. Pauses, capturing Aria's hand, gently stroking her snakehair. “I... I've never met anyone like you, Aria,” Eowyn sighs, eyelashes fluttering, “you<span style="font-style: italic">act</span>like a bad person, but I<span style="font-style: italic">know</span>you're not. It's very confusing!”<br/><br/>“A contest of sorts... interested?”<br/><br/>“Yes!” Eowyn blurts, then blushes. Battle is something she's trained and prepared for, an easy out for her confusion... and the thought of eating the delicious, beautiful naga is just... beneath it, barely acknowledged, is the tempting thought that the naga might eat her... “Yes, please.”