"Oh,<em>r-e-a-l-l-y</em>?" Somewhat shakily, Shaylia rose up before him, the anti-magic bangle swaying about one wrist...The witch smiling, a slow, sultry curl of her lips, beneath the brim of her hat. "Well~ Maybe I'm not looking for a way<em>out</em>of the Dungeon...So much as a way<em>into</em>your company...My Lord." She bowed low and deep, with a flourish, letting him get a nice,<em>long</em>look down her top...<br/><br/>"Mmmm~ You're a rich, *powerful* man, and you don't look bad...A girl could do worse- Don't you think?" she purred, a clear, *honest* invitation in her eyes...The hem of her microskirt brushed against her legs, as she clasped her hands behind her back, coquettishly..."Much,<em>much</em>worse...Would you happen to be...<em>married</em>, My Lord?" Shaylia pondered, with deceptive innocence, pressing a finger to her lips, as if wondering aloud....