Eliza bites her pale, pink lip lightly and shifts nervously, a calculated move she'd performed countless time.<br/><br/>G..Good Morning." Her soft soprano piped out, almost afraid of itself in her own mousey way. "I.. hate to be rude... but who are you...? And how far... exactly... did things get last night? I'm afraid I was a bit more inebriated than I had initially intended to become and remember htings only vaguely..."<br/><br/>She crossed her arms across her bare body, more to warm herself than to hide her carnal treasures, all of which were on fine display this morning. Her small, orange sized breasts capped with hard nubbins, her sex still glistening faintly with dew from both the night before, and the early morning's dreams of erotic lust and carnality.