<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Allie<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.  Mid-day.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Allie, at first, emits a little "mmf!" of surprise at his presence, then laughs at herself, the girlish noise muffled by the wet pleats of cloth, and as he works at it, a little sigh of resignation emits from within the wet cocoon of the dress and her limp, long-fingered hand just hangs loosely in surrender until Alec is able to free his hand and find the tie.  She lets out an audible sigh of relief at that, "Mm!  Dhts bddr!" and with a wriggle and squirm, she works the wet dress fully overhead, stretching her breasts up in the fabric until they drop free, bouncing loose simultaneously in a fashion that is both absurdly coordinated and splendid to behold.  Pink crests the size and color of pink rose petals sit high on firm spheres that jut from her chest, flattened slightly to her breastbone and ribs as she stretches high with toned, honey-tanned arms to peel away the drenched and filthy garb.  The dirt makes a stippled tattoo where it stops at her clean skin, showing the intense contrast of her cream-colored untanned skin, emphasizing how delicate and... er... dessert-cream-caramel it appears where the dirt didn't tinge it.<br/><br/>She smiles and sits back, stretching her body long as her breasts settle naturally into their resting position, and scissors her legs to lift one knee so she can slip off one dirt-caked boot, then reverses the gesture as if in some exotic dance to slip her foot along her opposite calf and remove its partner.  Then, finally, she looks up at Alec with a sweet grin of friendship and relief.  "Oh, that's better," she says, her voice descending the high scale of notes that says 'relaxation and relief'.  "I haven't felt this in need of a bath in quite some time--" she seems to note his bare hand, and looking into the water, she gasps silently.  "Oh!  I hope the water won't ruin the leather--" she says urgently, retrieving his gauntlet and shaking it, vigorously, to wring out as much water as she can before offering it back.  "We'd best get some fresh oils to treat it-- you think that they have any in the village?"  She bats her eyelashes as she asks, making no effort at all to discourage, nor hide herself from, his gaze.<br/>