Margos did not know what he did to please the dark spirits... but he thanked them anyway as the young woman rested one hand on the curve of her hip, and he admired the reddish blonde hair that flowed past her shoulders. She gave him a smile, a naughty gleam in her eyes was present as she sauntered forward.. her hips moving sensuously and tempted him with them.<br/><br/>His gaze was drawn to her sensuous lips and hips as she walked towards him, and ocassionaly to her heaving bosoms that strained against the outfit that she wore. Her lips curled into a tempting smile, and her every word sent jolts of pleasure coursing through him. He then smiled lecherously at her. "My name is Margos, young lady... let this old man take your cloak from you alright?"<br/><br/>He then moved behind her and helped to remove her cloak, reaching in front to brush against her breasts as he did so and squeezed them playfully for a moment in his old palms. He rubbed them sensuously and whispered to her. "These feel good in my hand, young lady... you don't mind if I play around with them now... do you?"