<em>The snow white, long-sleeved high-collared tunic remains, as do the white breeches, against which a rather sizable bulge now starts to strain, and boots. Eager to do his best, the aasimar's fingers brush higher than she or he expect, and, slipping under the loincloth, graze her dampening sex in all the righ places, and though he flushes, embarassed, he does not go back to stroking her upper thigh, instead beginning to enter the dampening folds and, by accident, brushing against her clit repeatedly as he does, soft, half-strangled noises coming from his thoat as he feels her kisses against his neck, and he runs his free hand through her hair now, stroking the silken strands lovingly.</em><br/><br/>OOC: Prowess (female masturbation) check result 25.