<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/327/b/e/rinne_by_jennyverse-d87fwdz.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e0/5250166c04574a198c0803868d48d966.jpg)</div><br/>The Busty Wench had an atmosphere about it; the air smelled of alcohol and the faint scent of sex. The dim lights and cozy fire, the chatter of patients and the occasional moan and squeal from the waitresses all let Rinne slip away from her usual self. In here, nobody knew who she was. For Rinne, anonymity was the ultimate freedom. Freedom from her image, the chains of expectation holding her down. The Busty Wench let her fulfill her heart's deepest desires, and tonight, she intended to do just that. Determined, but not necessarily prepared, Rinne found herself becoming flustered in the presence Matthias' confident, straight-forward advances. She shifted in her chair again as he pulled himself closer to her. Rinne gripped the bottom of the stool she sat on firmly with both hands, battling with herself not to move away.<br/><br/>The Angel was finally feeling as her heart desired. She relished in her loss of control. As Matthias leaned even closer, nuzzling at her, Rinne craned her neck back letting her long locks of brown hair fall towards the ground, and exposing the untouched skin of her neckline to him. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he nipped at her neck and she felt the warmth of his palm on her armor. She reached with one arm, placing her hand on the back of Matthias' neck and gently guiding him down her plunging neckline, to the valley of her cleavage.<br/><br/>"I want you," she murmured, subconsciously refusing to say exactly what she desired.