Location: Bar<br/>Company:  Warren<br/>Attire: Mostly rags, cloth straps, loin cloth, with some pieces of armor and jewelry<br/>Approachability:  Totally open (Would love a group)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>(http://orig08.deviantart.net/9c37/f/2017/187/3/7/valda01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfduhv.jpg) Valda sighed as the rakish man replied... and kept replying.  She was an actions over words sort of gal, and it was clear that Warren loved words.  As he flattered her, her hazel eyes scanned the room, jealously watching as patrons walked in, were quickly spoken to, and... devolved into sinful piles of lust.  This tavern, it seemed, had well earned its reputation.<br/><br/>Her distraction had hit its peak when Warren finally made his move, the words "tongue" and "lady's part" piercing her psyche alone like he was narrating her inner thoughts and fantasies, all of which seemed to be palying themselves at once as patrons and workers began stripping each other just a dozen feet away in each direction.  She snapped back with a blink and a lean forward when she felt his arm move around her waist.<br/><br/>"Did you now?" she asked with a smirk.  "Why don't you show everybody?" she said much louder, standing up.  She'd come here looking for sex, not really to get hit on and flirt.  So she took Warren's actions as consent and decided to skip to the good part.  Her toned, bare leg stuck out in front of him and a muscular  arm threw him down to the floor, saving him a concussion by grabbing his collar, only to press him firmly down as soon as he'd safely landed.<br/><br/>A bare foot pressed down on Warren's chest while Valda stretched out over him, raising her arms above her head and removing her ratty leather gloves, tossing them by her sword.  Next came her top, falling down gently onto the floor like autumn leaves, followed by her loincloth--which she let fall much closer to Warren, plucking it up with her toes and then rubbing it on her face with a low chuckle.  "Let me know if I'm too rough," she said teasingly.  "Unless nobody wants to take your place--then deal with it." She chuckled, placing her feet to either side of his head and then squatting down, stroking his cheek before running his fingers through his scalp to let him take a deep breath.  In front of him hung her waiting pussy, pink folds tucked in nicely under her brown, nicely managed bush.<br/><br/>She arched her back, scanning the room, hoping to see lots of people watching.  The barbarian was an exhibitionist, it seemed.  She loved to make herself a spectacle.  And besides... the first fuck of the day was basically just an advertisement.<br/><br/>She looked back down, patting Warren's head with finality.  "You ready honey?  Let's go!" She wrapped her muscular thighs around his cheeks and pressed him against her waiting sex.