Anne brightens.  "Thanks.  I think we'll both enjoy it."<br/><br/>She starts to slowly weave her hips back and forth, making the kilt sway.  She lowers her hands to the buckle of the belt that bears her scabbard, and starts to unfasten it.  "And you'd better keep your mouth shut." she teasingly mentally sends to Greyclaw.  She circles the bed halfway as she does so, and lays the belt, scabbard and blade down upon upon the chest of drawers.  She winks and Gwenevire, then raises her hands over her head and dancingly walks back to where Gwenevire's feet dangle, swinging her hips and letting her breasts bounce from side to side as she does so.<br/><br/>"I'm sure in your travels you've seen nude dancing girls before."  She smooths her hands down her hips as she talks, leaning forward slightly.  "What did you like about them, did you want them?"  There's a hint of heat in her voice as she coaxes the confession from Gwenevire, wondering if she has been an active lesbian or just a closeted bicurious... or totally suppressed?