<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/SNorclady.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Snogflog Nosebiter of the Shattered Hand Clan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13138798#msg13138798)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Deciding who will be in pain for the night<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen, Closed<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>She listens carefully as he outlines his plan, and as he speaks her grin keeps growing. He is impressing her for sure, a lesser man would be spoiling to prove his physical prowess and fail. No he knows he can't beat her in a fight so he clearly is picking another one, where he is holding all the cards. And again in her line of thinking she cannot lose, if he turns out to disappoint at least she will get someone to vent her frustration on, and if he doesn't well then it is clear she is in for a fun night. So much like a regular battle she can only win, and that is something her orcish nature appreciates.<br/><br/>"We do what I just outlined - you play my game, be my slave for the evening. If I've sufficiently surprised you... you owe me another night, where I chain you up in the front room, in front of everyone else."<br/><br/>Even with his eyes examining her cleavage and one hand slowly trailing over her leather halter his mind is clearly working perfectly. Briefly she wonders if someone told him her weakness of playing in front of people, perhaps perhaps not. And even if it is a lucky guess or even something he might enjoy, she is fully expecting him to set it up so that no matter what happens he will win too. After all, it is what she would do. All in all, he would make a good warchief. Well if he was more physically imposing, but in her time in this wondrous place she has learned that muscles doesn't equal strength.<br/><br/>"Now. Who is wearing these tonight?"<br/><br/>She throws her head back and laughs, a full laugh that makes her chest move in quite interesting ways. He can easily be forgiven for thinking she is about to tie him up and all but rip the life out of his body but instead she picks up the cuffs and slips one hand into one of them and tightens it. Her eyes finds his and she nods slowly to signal that she has made the choice and their bargain is set. Now all that remains is to set the rules.<br/><br/>“No torturing of my ears, and if I say stop I mean it. Ok?”<br/><br/>The door to the chamber opens and Psyche and her client pop in to pick up some toys, not that Snogflog mind. She knows that the wonderful lady wouldn't intrude if she didn't have a good reason, and it is soon clear that she needs some toys to use on her chosen toy for the night. An interesting woman that Snogflog doesn't know much about, she always seem oh so busy. But that is all for another time, right now she has a young man to care for.<br/><br/>Slowly she reaches behind herself with the hand that doesn't have the cuffs dangling from the wrist and she neatly undoes the halter letting the leather fall to the floor discarded and forgotten just as quickly. The anticipation making her nipples already hard and eager to be touched, her aureoles a nice rich green that make them draw his eyes to them. Idly she runs the dangling cuff over the left nipple making herself shiver in delight, both for her own very obvious pleasure and to tease him of course.<br/><br/>“I am all yours for the night, let us see if that will change in the future.”<br/><br/>She winks at him coyly, a look that doesn't quite fit her and she knows that fully well. But she does enjoy seeing how people react to her when she does. Before he can say anything she lifts her hand up holding the loincloth and drops it down in front of him leaving her completely naked. Well apart from the handcuffs that is, and a very big smile that promises all sorts of mischief.