<em>She is a cute little scion of the first world, I will acknowledge that. Though she does seem a bit... strange... even by our standards...</em><br/><br/>There's no malice in the nymph's words, you can tell... just an acknowledgment of what she sees as "fact." But you can also hear the smile in her voice, the simple expression of mirth and happiness... and a moment later, appreciation and amazement.<br/><br/>Apparently, your gnomish lover came across some costumes in your new little armory, and as she steps back into the bed-room she's decked out like a Katapeshian market dancer. Her neatly trimmed mound is clearly visible through the see-through green of her loose, flowing trousers... and the criss-crossing of green silk straps that wraps around her torso leaves nothing and everything to the imagination, all at once. And in her arms... well, there's everything from beads to double-sided toys to big fluffy green handcuffs.<br/><br/>"I coul-dn't pick..." she says sheepishly.