<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/iKxhvlY.jpg)  </div><strong>Name: </strong>Fife<br/><strong>Location: </strong>With the group<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Naivara<br/>Armor Class: 14<br/>Hit Points: 9<br/><hr/>Fife seems to be holding her liquor... passably when they make their way to the small room.  She watches as her new 'roommate' strips her first boot, then follows suit with a boot of her own.  Leaning against the bedpost makes for a cozy vantage point, just until Naivara has finished and makes a humble, but enticing, request.<br/><br/>She grins then, eyes dancing and vibrant with youthful exuberance, and takes the young woman's hands into her own to lift her arms like posing a mannequin.  She works deftly at the laces under one sleeve, seeming to savor the contact, and the smoothness of the young woman's skin before moving to the other... then, with a gentle smile, she straddles Naivara's thighs and leans very close to unlace the body.  Each opened seam seems to ease the pressure on her breasts, giving Fife a playful little thrill, until the lacing is all open.<br/><br/>"Well," she says, still not moving.  "Ta-da."