"Well, if someone is pulling the strings, it very well may be something "more dangerous than goblins," don't you think?" The woman gives you a wry smile, and her thumb idly plays with your knuckles as she thinks over what you said. "Yes, I think that sounds plausible indeed."<br/><br/>Without warning, the woman leans forward and plants her lips on the side of your neck... then sucks,<em>hard.</em>Sharp, but not unpleasant, pangs run all through your skin as the woman's teeth and tongue play across the surface of your skin... and then, just as suddenly, she pulls back.<br/><br/>"HA! I must say, elf, that your skin is quite cooperative... looks like one hell of a love-bite, from one hell of a quickie..." The woman chuckles and reaches up to tousle your hair a bit. "You should probably leave one on me as well, to keep up the cover I prepared with Madame "Merry Widow"... Lovers from a life-time ago, and we couldn't pass up the chance for one last fling."<br/><br/>She unlaces the throat of her tunic at that, exposing the soft skin of her neck and shoulder.<br/><br/>"Mind you don't get<em>too</em>fresh with it. I've got to be able to cover it up at work tomorrow..."