She didn't need to be told twice. Arisa could feel that wicked thrill - Molten lust - coursing through her, her eyes half-lidded as she closed the distance...Leaving her weapons, discarded, behind her!<br/><br/>Her pert nostrils flared, at the musky, *male* scent that filled the air...Her mouth dry, as she reached forward *slowly*...Her hand settling on his drooling, twitching shaft, swaying on it's own obscene weight! Her slim fingers circled his length, tracing across the meaty rod...With more care, more relish, than any sword she'd ever wielded!<br/><br/>"Yes...<em>Master,</em>" she breathed, her voice low, smoky...Her slim fingers curling in a tight ring, spanning his shaft - Squeezing it, as her hand began to move - A slick, sinful noise echoing in her ears-!<br/><br/>Maybe he could find a more appropriate costume for her, too-!