Both farm girls looked at each other, uncertain of what to do next in such situation where in they are being subtly invited by a stranger into the confines of his sanctuary.  Sheila was the first to reply.<br/><br/>“I don’t know mister.  Our parents will kill us if they find out that we snucked in with a boy…”<br/><br/>“Oh, c’mon Sheila!” Melly interjected.  “Since when have you gone cold feet over something like this?  You know you want to, don’t you?”<br/><br/>“Yes, I do, Melly but…this is different and he’s a stranger to our village. I’m not sure that we should totally trust him.”<br/><br/>Sora could tell that Sheila is being troubled and undecided at this point but he also notices the amorous air she is carrying – her flushed cheeks, the shallow breathing she was exhibiting as her discernable cleavage steadily rise and fall more than usual, her almost dazed expression reading as if she really wanted to but was holding back due to doubt.  A little more nudging persuasion seems to be needed here to finally lure them in into his clutches.<br/><hr/>Make a Bluff, and another Diplomacy, check.<br/>