For a small little thing, you notice that Sharille has a nice, pleasantly stuffed bed, complete with frame and mattress. All that time working for the Society apparently had its benefits, it seems... and you not only have space to lay the halfling down, but to stretch out entirely beside her, with only the tips of your toes hanging over the bed's feather-stuffed edge.<br/><br/>"Only by a bit..."<br/><br/>No sooner are the words out of the halfling's mouth than she pounces, pulling you to the mattress and rolling over so that her bared bottom can rest against your hips. All discretely covered by the ruffled material of her red skirt, of course.<br/><br/>"Now then... I believe you were going to tell me what you had in mind... I'm all ears." The little vixen's features have completely abandoned their innocent guise now, and her fingers dance across the strings that bind your tunic's breast. And as soon as the top of your chest is exposed, the woman leans in close, letting her lips and tongue play across your flesh. Though between kisses, she does find time to murmur, "I do hope it's a good story, too..."