The halfling woman chuckles, and puts on a faux expression of surprise.<br/><br/>"What, you mean all that flirting actually had emotion behind it? For shame, Mr. Elf, for shame..." She giggles, but is all business when you confirm her suspicions. "Yea, I figured as much. It was really the most logical option, given the choices."<br/><br/>She shrugs, and then shoos you away.<br/><br/>"Go, go, get in the bath... and close your eyes, Master Elf..."<br/><br/>And she's not kidding. She really does wait, arms crossed, until you close your eyes, and makes sure to remind you that there is "no peeking!" Only once her conditions have been met do you hear the sounds of cloth falling down to the earth... and of the pad of small feet against the ground... and finally, feel her small form settle in between your legs , head nestled comfortably against your breasts.<br/><br/>"Naked against your own skin... well, kind of." She giggles, and you feel small hands on your knees. "And quite a nice seat you make."