<div class="floatleft">(http://orig15.deviantart.net/d37d/f/2017/190/5/2/elora01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfqlnd.jpg)</div>The small foot slid higher up August's thigh, then back down to his knee. Just that little bit of motion dropped cotton skirts higher on Elora's leg and almost, but not quite, revealed the treasure all men sought at the Tavern. She didn't move to cover herself. She didn't seem to notice. Unless, of course, one noticed the darkening of amber eyes to burnt liquid gold. Her tongue danced over her lip and she leaned forward as if to peer at the book. The motion caused her shirt to strain further and smooth skin to nearly spill free. Everything about her was nearly. Almost. So close. So much potential. What would be possible if her skirts fell completely away? If the lacing finally gave up and split? If those eyes gazed down from above?<br/><br/>The half-elf smiled at the shy mage and trailed a finger along the edge of a page. She let a little more of her natural magic seep into her voice. Easily avoidable if he wanted to. If not? Well. That would define the night.<br/><br/>"That sounds fascinating. And what do you like to... brew?"