The halfling lets out a soft gasp of pleasure as your fingertips begin to dance and caress her sex, and her head rolls back against your shoulder contentedly. For just a moment, she lets herself unwind completely in your arms, wordless and content... but after her lips hungrily meet yours once more, she seems to come back into her own for a moment, and a knowing grin dances over her lips as you pull away.<br/><br/>"Hmm... Would I, now? I might have to accept that challenge, Elf..." The rogue's voice hangs in the air, sultry and defiant, as she begins to tease the finger you had been using to tease her... letting the folds of her sex tense and flex around it, drawing it deeper through sheer muscle control. "I am off duty tomorrow, after all... And we could probably blame any funny walks on my fall last night..."