<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Unfamiliar as she sometimes was with human mannerisms, Lyradil watched Bram, her head tilted inquisitively to the side.  She could see that she, or the amulet, was having some effect on him, but it was just as clear that he was attempting to fight it, and maintain his professionalism.  Tentatively, she gave him an encouraging smile, her lips curling upwards.  That bode well for both of them.<br/><br/>On the other hand... Lyradil blushed delicately at the mention of the examinations.  Just what did he mean by thorough?  She cleared her throat, eyelids fluttering as she mustered the courage to ask, but he was already hurrying down the halls.<br/><br/>Wincing delicately, Lyradil moved to follow.  It wasn't easy.  In the conservative clothing she normally wore, moving quickly wasn't a problem.  But Lyradil was a little unused to walking quickly in heels.  It took her a moment to find the right rhythm, her natural grace making up for her unfamiliarity, but she could still feel just how much extra sway they imparted to her feminine hips, a motion back and forth that couldn't be missed.  Similarly, her chest was less restricted than usual.  Even though her elven heritage made her breasts eternally firm, fast motion did mean they had a tendency to bounce just a little.<br/><br/>Lyradil waited to speak until she drew even with Bram once more.  "Yes, I think so.  I'd like to be as prepared as I can be, but it is clear that I must travel to the Temple of Desire."  A frown appeared on Lyradil's delicate features.  She always did prefer to wait, to take her time before acting.  Was she going too fast now, or perhaps too slow?