<span style="font-weight: bold">Cloaked Woman</span><br/><br/>“Mmm, I was hoping you’d follow me, honey,” she smiles, and you see a flash of the voluptous figure beneath the cloak before she’s pressed up against you. Her dark hair is thick and lustrous, if a little greasy, and her full breasts squish pleasantly against your chest. A little bulge of bellyfat protrudes from between her salt-and-dirt stained peasant top and skirt, and her long, soft legs rub gently against yours. “I saw you asking around,” she smirks, “so surely you know<span style="font-style: italic">all</span>about Odette. I’ve<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>the reputation,” she sighs. “I’d<span style="font-style: italic">love</span>to have done it in public, but there’s a difference between knowing the rumours are true and being able to swear it before the Prince’s Bench,” she leans in, softly and sloppily kissing you, seemingly more interested in running her tongue around your lips than sticking it down your throat. “You taste<span style="font-style: italic">good</span>,” she says, as she pulls back<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>a little. “I’m gonna enjoy this~” she continues, leaning in, lips parting…<br/><br/>Diplomacy/seduction… 8 (bleh)