"<em>Mmm...</em>N-no.... well, not f<em>or</em>me anyway..." The monk's hands reach out, almost unconsciously, and stroke the kneeling elf's hair and shoulders, before finally her fingers wrap around the neck of the mage's robe. "Just ne<em>ver</em>really been the type for settlin'..."<br/><br/>The elf's "assault" is certainly effective, the monk has to admit... little sparks and waves of pleasure radiate from every nerve ending that the elf touches, and the monk's "curiosity" has been stoked into full on desire.<br/><br/>"I changed my mind..." She says, tugging the neck of the elf's robes apart gently. "You get -<em>nnnn</em>- naked too..."