"Haaaa, haaaa..." Arisa's full bosom heaved - Her creamy skin sheened with sweat, as she fumbled for her clothes...Dressing, hurriedly, her outfit in disarray! Everything here was cursed...She shuddered, wondering - with a little thrill coursing through her! - what might've happened if she didn't free herself in time...<br/><br/>-The collar was still around her neck, and she shivered when her slim fingertips explored it. Her skin tingled with heat, her nipples still achingly stiff against the fabric of her bodice...Her tongue curving over her full lips, a new sway to her hips. Her eyes were a little hazy, now...Her breath coming faster, faster...<br/><br/>Her sword and shield restored to their rightful place, Arisa's slim fingers clasped the lantern, the wavering last sliding across the paintings...<br/><br/>They were *moving*. Faintly, at the edge of her vision, like shadowplay, vanishing when she turned towards them!<br/><br/>If she strained to listen...She could hear that voice - A soft whisper...<br/><br/>And that slow thrill worked it's way through her, as she set the lantern down on the table. She approached the painting, s-l-o-w-l-y...A heady gleam to her eyes, her breath coming faster, faster - Her tongue curving over her full lips, her expression furtive...<br/><br/>-As Arisa reached out towards it, placing both gloved hands on the canvas as she leaned forward...Like a woman expecting a kiss, something shiny and almost wicked in her gaze!<br/><br/>"Are you<em>sure</em>you don't want me *here*~?" she whispered, low, husky - Almost flirtatious, her avid gaze sliding over the painting...<br/>