Fethlion's jaw dropped as she came downstairs into the kitchen.  He was busy scrubbing worn wooden bowls in a tub of grey soapy water.  "Gods above and below," he muttered as Brea entered the kitchen, "You look... um... amazing." he said as his eyes roamed up and down Brea's body.  It was weird, she wasn't dressed much different than she usually did, but the skinny serving boy was staring at her as if she was wearing golden skirts.  He dropped a bowl into the water and turned away from her.  He handed her a mug of black tea.  The bitter scent told her it was the black tea that kept any seed from taking hold in her belly.  Fethlion was a nice boy and prepared it for her every afternoon so she could drink it down before she went out into the tap room.<br/><br/>He stared at her, especially at her clevage that was provided by the simple serving dress she wore.  One hand slid down below his waist as he moved to hide behind the large tub of soapy water and he groaned softly... "Look so good tonight... Kald is going to want the kitchen again to fuck you, no doubt."