<br/>WindySeas allowed him to grasp that mid-length braid and moved gracefully with the tug- the physical portions of her character still came naturally to her, as Windy had hardly lacked for exercise in her particular line of work, given she was willing to climb into her own inn room to better facilitate a disguise.  The bare smirk remained as he called her a tease, but when he trailed off it momentarily became a lot harder to maintain the facade.  It was moments like these where she really and truly hated Alsaia's avoidance of public bath houses.  The cleric was far better under this kind of pressure than Windy, and it took a fair amount of willpower to keep her expression precisely the way it was.  When his intense look slowly faded she internally breathed a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"You know, that first part assumes an awful lot about people in inns- the latter not as mu-" She began the sentence knowing full well she'd be cut off as she was drawn in further, his lips catching hers.  Green eyes artfully widened in momentary surprise, her hands pressing against his shoulders and gripping lightly out of reflex until muscles slowly and gradually became less tense, relaxing into his arms.  The water still clinging to him in parts now wet her pristine white dress as his cock ran against the soft material that ran just down to her knees- right where those laced up sandals ended.