"Monsters are such ugly, brutish, vile creatures." Camille leaned forward until their noses were touching. The alcohol was left forgotten on the countertop as she placed her now-free hand on Eniija's waist. She slid her fingers up slowly until her thumb pressed against the bottom of a breast and lifted it upwards. "I prefer to know pretty girls and beautiful women," she continued, their lips scant inches apart.<br/><br/>She kept on stroking the half-elf's leg, shifting her hand so that she could brush the smooth inner thigh. Wandering close to the honeypot between her legs, she avoided touching them directly for the moment. "So which one are you?"