"Eh. I've never been good with ropes. If I wanted to keep you from leaving, I'd just have to ride you so long and so hard and so good that you'd sleep away the rest of the day. That way you'd definitely still be there when I got back..."<br/><br/>The halfling snickers and begins to wiggle her hips, rubbing her ass against your sex merrily.<br/><br/>"Though if that were the plan, I'd be hard pressed to imagine you leaving willingly, even if you didn't pass out after."<br/><br/>From what you can see, she doesn't really notice your more morose gaze... or if she does, she's choosing not to acknowledge it. She's just merrily pouring all of her focus into the sideways samba she's beginning to perform, pressure shifting from your fingers to your sex and back again...