He moans, lightly, into the kiss, nodding in approval at her question. "Yes, yes, quite pleasant," the elf replies, smiling, eagerly watching as the half-drow strips, sensuously, clearly skilled at it, wrapping his arms around her as they move into another kiss, closing his eyes, and melting into it. "Yes, mistress," he says, smiling, and guiding her arms to help slip out of the dress, wearing only a simple pair of undergarments, which are quickly, and easily removed, revealing the elf's rather average endowment, before he starts to move against her, lips and tongue exploring her dark skin, hands wandering down her sides, along the curve of her ass and down her legs, slowly and gently, a bit unsure, and clearly not as experienced in the bedroom as Chess is.