The man took the offered tunic and moved with it a bit aside, to the wall's side. Folding it a bit, he set it on a shelf near the door, turning to face her again swiftly. Looking over the monk's form, he nod his head appreciatingly. "Oh we cant have you getting sick on us." He said and stepped closer again, his eyes following her form. The man's eyes appraising, admiring her form, letting out a long breath. "You look so gorgeous." Swallowing, his hands rose to brush over her breasts and feel them up.<br/><br/>At that time Marric, or Maria could also feel hands brush her backside and her hips, pulling her lower body back against another man, the firm hips behind her only outmatched by the feel of cloth strained around a firm, hard shaft grinded against her asscheeks there already.<br/><br/>"Would you lean ahead then dear... " The man before her said, smiling, the other man holding her hips up, the first man, John, before her moving his hands fron her breasts to untie his breeches, the leather shirt remaining on but the pants lowering to show a sturdy shaft pointed at her face. They were both up close now at least, and nobody else in sight in the hallway, but still.