<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br/>He nearly purred when the drow confirmed he was feared. Was it odd? Probably. But it was a turn on. It meant the drow could stand his ground quite well, which made him an excellent bedpartner. Rain, the high elf he had enjoyed before, was already forgotten. Myrrdin made a mental note to return to this brothel. And to ask for this man once again.<br/><br/>The shove had him from responding, landing on the bed on his back he looked up at Vesz'tyrr and licked his lips, something he didn't hide. "Yes, sir," he responded to the command given and shoved the fur cloak from his form. It was long enough to drape from the bed and land on the floor. Kicking his boots out he pondered about his pants. Being on his back would make this a bit harder, but he inwardly shrugged, removed his belt and lifted his hips to pull his pants down. He didn't wear anything underneath and his half hard erection was quite happy to be released out of its leather cage. He was just as red below as he was above, though one could have expected a more elaborate bush than the druid possessed.<br/>Here and there a tattoo could be seen, the most prominent the one in the middle of his chest.<br/><br/>Keeping an eye on Vesz'tyrr, Myrrdin didn't relax or lean back further but waited for what the dark skinned elf would either do or want for next.