<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c0/94/c1/c094c1241eeca14cf26cb640ed1adc46.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Faelyn Mythrandir (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg15150856#msg15150856)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The docks<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A wry smile and nothing else<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Good clean fun<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Aloisa<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Faelyn's nerves did not begin to calm until the woman in the mask finally left the group alone to get cleaned up.  She took a long moment while everyone else got undressed to unabashedly leer at the nubile young bodies being unwrapped before her eyes before she moved over to an abandoned corner of the room to disrobe.<br/><br/>Layer after the next joined the pile on the ground until the alabaster elf moved back towards the center of the room to land behind Aloisa.  "I wouldn't mind seeing you squeezed into a lady's skirts just the once.  Don't too much mind seeing you this way either though."  She blurted out moving in close behind the young brunette.  "I'll wash your back if you'll get mine afterwards."<br/><br/>Despite the flirtation, once handed the rag Faelyn's hand never wandered as she went about the task of rubbing down the girl's back.  After a minute or so of firmly scrubbing the young woman she turned around and pushed her hair out of the way briefly and started cleaning herself leaving her back to Aloisa.<br/><br/>Once cleaned, she rushed back to the welcome warmth of the furs of her homeland.  They didn't feel quite right without the armor she usually wore over the top, but were certainly a great deal better than the awful clothes left for them.