The sensation clicking off as it did, brought Mylanna to a stop, drawing up with her back to a tree.  She leans back against the tree as the fragrance invades her senses.  Not the perfume smell of a high society woman, nor the over bearing flowery smell of one of the street girls, but the subtle fragrance of one who didn't feel the need for such superfluous scent.  Her breathing slows and deepens, tasting the scent, feeling the fire in her loins kindled.  That intoxicating scent of a woman that always threatened to let herself go, to shift into a more primal, feral form.  It was her greatest weakness, the thing she craved, the things she desired every time she lay with a man.<br/><br/>The lilting voice as music to her ears, and only slightly less distracting than her aroma.  Her training called her to run, to flee, but she was prisoner to it's promise, a soft caress, smooth, soft skin, the flowing curves... she could not run, if even she could walk.  Whatever her fate, she had to see, she had to know...<br/><br/>As she steps from behind the trees, Mylanna's breath catches in her throat.  Her eyes roam over the paladin's form with great appreciation, uncaring of the slight graying at the temples.  This was a true creature, a woman of beauty, and not just in appearance, she was born to serve the Firehaired Maiden.  Mylanna tries to control her breathing, to still the slight tremors of her body, but with little success.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>"Mylanna, the scout, I would presume?" she says, pleasant as she halts her approach some distance from you.</em></div><br/>Swallowing, her eyes now focused on those heavenly green orbs, she speaks, "y-ye-yes.. I-I am Mylanna..."