"Probably you... I did my stretches this morning."<br/><br/>The woman easily shrugs her way out of her shirt, her breasts bouncing perkily above your head as she shimmies her way down... and then practically pounces, deft fingers undoing the lacing of your tunic faster than a cat striking at a mouse. Soon, your chest is every bit as bare as the halfling's entire body... and a small pair of lips begins to explore the smooth expanse with abandon.<br/><br/>"Mmm... Yea, it will most definitely be you..." The halfling's voice vibrates against your chest between kisses, and  you can feel the heat emanating from her sex against your abdomen... a little fire to kindle your own lusts, perhaps.