The halfling closed her eyes mischeviously in delight as she plunged her tongue deeper between Grishka's folds. Some people were great warriors, others mages, and others still blacksmiths or artisans. Viloet's talents lay in some more... carnal areas.<br/><br/>'Ha!' She thought, 'I win.'<br/><br/>If Grishka's moans were any indication, she won one hell of a consolation prize. The Halfling's tiny tongue was quite maneuverable indeed, and she worked it like a seasoned artist with the passion of one on the cusp of creating his magnum opus.