Rosy curls danced over the rolling hips of the girl ascending the stairs before him, occaisionaly she looked back down at him, promise on her raspberry lips.<br/><br/>Pulling open the door to her rented inn room, she shut it behind him, then pushed him against the wall with her equal weight and seemingly superior strength.  Staring into his eyes, she toyed with the laces of his shirt and spoke softly, "Why do you put up with all these civilized illusions of romance, Tycho?"<br/><br/>She shoved his shoulders back against the wall, then produced a dagger from a rent in her robe over her hip and slash the laces to his tunic.  She plunged the knife into the wall next to him and dropped her hand to his groin, where it expertly ministered to his hardness.  "How many girls send you through the run around so long, because the great lie told them they could get away with it, and told you too let them get away with it?  Do you see me hampered by the great lie, Tycho?  I saw you, I wanted you, now I'm taking you."  She reached for the knife again to slice his belt.