As soon as the elf begins her dance, the troll's cybernetic eye begins to focus and unfocus, and the little red light at the corner of his eye that marks camera activity begins to flash. He times it regularly, so he's not missing a beat... but the elf notices that his eye never leaves her, and an almost predatory grin begins to spread across his lips as layer after layer of her clothing begins to fall away. Every flash is perfectly timed, making sure to catch Rishi at the best possible angle and the best possible light... and with each flash, the troll's grin grows just that much wider. Vaguely, the elf notices the bulge beginning to form in the front of the troll's slacks- but he doesn't move towards her, doesn't push anything. He just sits back and watches.<br/><br/>"Very, very nice..."<br/><br/>As the elf bends over to peel down her pants, the Troll moves forward... but only to lay a little squeeze bottle of a clear, gel-like substance on the bed next to Rishi's com.<br/><br/>"8 pictures left, Ice Queen... and like I said, I want a nice, big 'finish.' So why don't you get yourself nice and wet for me, lay back on the bed, and I'll take a couple of shots with those sexy fingers playing around that sweet little cunny of yours..."