As the halfling waited for Grishka, she sat upright and tried not to move very much... The weight of his seed made it slowly slide down her face, with a few drops landing on her breasts. Taking the towel, Viloet first put it up to her mouth and tried to expel the creamy gob still in her mouth. Most of it seeped out of her mouth, but the halfling reluctantly had to swallow the rest with a somewhat exaggerated gulp.<br/><br/>"Thank you." She mumbled almost inaudibly to Grishka from beneath the towel as she began to clean herself off. That was certainly not usual. A lot of men had come and gone before him (and always too soon!), but Terrance seemed to be particularly... gifted. It was certainly something Viloet did not expect, at least not something she'd expect from one man alone.<br/><br/>"Mmm~" She cooed, licking her lips and smiling sweetly at him, "I... I was not expecting so much, master."<br/><br/>A little warning would have been nice. Out of principle, at least. There was little Terrance could do that Viloet thought she couldn't handle, but it was just plain bad form to spring something like that on her all of the sudden! Catching her by surprise, the noble completely sabotaged any hope she had of accepting his orgasm with even the barest semblance of grace. She had hoped to direct and consolidate his bursts to merely a portion of her face, but it practically ended up in her ear-<br/><br/>Viloet stuck a pinky into her ear, and there<em>was</em>some in there! Oh great, now she was just spreading it around. Yes, she was upset with him and she intended to let him know next time. No matter how much the shameless halfling may enjoy the sensation, there was a principle that had to be upheld. Common courtes- and Viloet<em>was</em>getting wet, much to her displeasure.<br/><br/>Once her body got going, it was hard to slow down. Terrance wouldn't be able to sate her, not now at least. She had done him her favor for tonight and was eager to... reap the fruits of her labor, aside from the fruits she had already swallowed at least.<br/><br/>She bent over to the edge of the bed and picked up her sorry excuse for armor by the fingertips. Seems that it hadn't completely escaped the blast either. It wouldn't have been the first time... Brief recollections of past encounters flashed through her mind. Now that she thought about it, if someone were to cast some spell to detect all the stains that had been laid upon her clothes, it may very well give them the wrong impression! In most cases those times were not under as... consensual circumstances as this venture!<br/><br/>She placed the suit in her lap and made to rearrange her hair, now thoroughly mussed up from the ordeal, "Am I qualified for the job, master?" She asked with a flirty smile.