<br/>"Yeah, I'm not ... dancing around the inn room.  That's not happening"  Windy did think about it, but stripping was generally only worth it with the promise of tips, despite the fact this was all, ideally, for a payday.  She could only hope her partner was on her game and delivered.  Also, while his voice was by no means bad, it was kind of awkward without full on music accompaniment.  She did slide off the edge of the bed though and rose to her feet, hands undoing the tunic nice and slow.  The leather garment would slide down her shoulders with little encouragement, legs shifting to work off her boots, kicking one off then the other with swift, precise motions.<br/><br/>Soon enough the tunic fell away, slender arms pulling out of the sleeves and crossing over her supple breasts in a smooth motion.  Windy turned, only dropping her arms when her breasts were out of sight.  While she was hardly dancing, she did lean forward and unfasten the breeches before hooking thumbs into the waistband in order to facilitate peeling those pants off her lithe, acrobatic frame.  Each inch was slowly revealed as she wiggled her hips back and forth.