A portrait, huh...?  Mmm, that idea did have some appeal.  Though, given that Aria had just used the phrase 'Beautiful, erotic and wild' before saying that they needed to have a portrait made, Rose was guessing that the contents of the portrait would probably be rather scandalous to the sensibilities of most.  Granted, a master could paint a portrait at a small enough size that it would fit into a locket, or at least the inside of a large amulet, and wizards probably had their tricks for shrinking down large paintings to be small enough to carry around, hidden from sight...  Yes, it could easily be made to work, especially if they could put enough in the way of funds together for just such a comission from a talented artist.<br/><br/>No doubt the artist himself would enjoy his subjects, as well...<br/><br/>As the tiefling told her tale, the shifter brought her tail up, kissing that spade-shaped tip once before slipping the warm, flexible length into the space between her breasts.  Squeezing them together, rubbing them over that appendage a little, she listened to her lover's story, a tragic tale of an opportunity missed...  And of the fantastic fantasies that sprung from wondering just how things would have gone had she taken that chance.  A paladin and a (presumably) beautiful childhood friend, and from the sounds of things, this was at a time when her lover was a virgin...  Though not entirely innocent.<br/><br/>"And it pleases me greatly that you feel that way, Aria."  She responded, beginning to slide her breasts up and down over the length between them, making excellent use of them in the pursuit of her companion's pleasure.  "I count myself equally-lucky to have you, my dear, especially given how well-suited we are towards one another.  You're beautiful, kind, smart, witty...  And you know how to handle a blade, as well.  That basically fits my description for a perfect woman... pretty much perfectly.<br/><br/>"Anyway, since you told me a wonderful story from your past, it seems only fair that I give you one from my own past in return.  I don't have any tales from my time among my father's people, unfortunately; the Bedine have rather strict customs regarding the treatment of women, and there's very little leeway to allow for any of the... usual experimentation common among people of gentler lands.  Their women usually aren't even allowed to talk to men outside their family without another family member present, for example.  Of course, as I've explained before, I was a bit of a special case...  But not that special.  My own sexual experiences didn't really begin until after I'd left the desert.  That said, I do have some very clear memories of the first time I ever saw a man naked.<br/><br/>"It was a little more than a tenday after I'd first completed my crossing of the mountains that ring the Anauroch and left the desert behind me.  I was still getting used to the outside world, and after living in the harsh, unforgiving desert all my life, the sight of all the greenery and the abundance of water still had my full attention.  I'd fought off a few monsters by then, so I knew that it wasn't exactly a paradise, but surviving off the land was a lot easier than in the desert, so I still wasn't being as alert as I should have been.  That's pretty much the only reason I can think of for why I didn't notice the two of them at first, when I stopped at a stream to get a drink.<br/><br/>"They didn't notice me, either, fortunately, and when I realized they were there, I was able to pull back and hide myself fairly well before they could spot me.  The one who first caught my attention was a vigorous-looking man, bathing in the middle of the stream.  He was tall, muscular, had blue eyes, long, flowing, blonde hair and a well-trimmed beard...  A very handsome man, overall, and I am not ashamed to admit that I peeped on him quite shamelessly while I had the chance.  I didn't know much at all about the world at the time, but going over what I know now, I'm fairly sure he was a knight of some sort, or at least the knightly-type.  He had a suit of plate armor laying beside the stream, along with some horses, clothing and other supplies, and there was a dark-haired, slender young man cleaning the armor whom I can only assume was his squire.<br/><br/>"In reality, the two of them didn't do too much.  They bathed, the squire cleaned and readied all of their equipment, and they got dressed and went on their way.  That whole scene has provided me many a rich fantasy since, though...  And most of them still have me as the voyeur, since that's one of the strongest parts of that particular memory for me.  Simply watching, and imagining what might have happened if, say, the squire had been a woman, or the knight had been into men, or some nymph or other forest creature had come upon them.  Of course, sometimes I've imagined myself getting caught, as well..."