Rune grinned as he finally managed to remove the corset, and letting it fall to the floor. Her boobs were still perked up in a pleasant fashion which turned him on more. He pulled off his own jacket, and a thought, undid his waist belt and pulled off his tunic to reveal his rather skinny form. He was clearly no fighter from his lack of muscles. In fact his beautiful pale skin was completely scar-less. He looked like he had perhaps spent more time reading than eating where his skin pinched his ribs, making him seem even more sticklike.<br/><br/>He let her have a look, feeling slightly self conscious that she might not like what she saw. He knew most women liked powerful men, and Rune was not powerful physically in any way but height.<br/><br/>He tried not to think on it as he undid the ties of her dress and pulled it over her shoulders and down to the ground to be greeted by her naked form.<br/><br/>She was beautiful… beautifully proportionate. There was not a wrinkle, or stretch mark in sight. He wondered how old she was…. With a business like this it would suggest late twenties… but her body told a different story. Feeling a bit too enthusiastic, perhaps from the wine he began to stroke her arms again, but this time his hands trailed over her body, touching and exploring her softness. He lent in to kiss her neck and take a light nipple on it. Her scent over coming him. It was beautiful… womanly… magic…. His hand stilled for a moment and sat happily on her breast, his thumb over her nipple. He sniffed again.<br/><br/>He hadn’t really noticed before…. Perhaps because he hadn’t been paying attention to the fact, but there was a strange magical essence around this woman…<br/><br/>His hands went back into the motion of stroking as his mind tried to work out what this could possibly mean. Was she a witch of sorts? He couldn’t work out this particular scent of magic either… it made his blood stir in excitement. Perhaps a glamor of sorts? He wrinkled his nose at the thought that he might end up bagging some ugly old crow.<br/><br/>“Alyth… How old are you? You look too young to be running a business.” He asked quietly, trying not to let on his suspicions.