Grishka had decidedly lost. As the masterful halfling continued her assault a tremble overcame the lithe woman. All her digits clutched at the bed spreads in an attempt to anchor herself. With her vocabulary reduced to a crescendo of mewls, she displayed an extreme range of tone and pitch indicating her peak.<br/><br/>When her body had finally been given a chance to settle down, the girl sighed a contention as though a happy pet. "Whatever he's paying you, it's not enough." And truly, she meant it as a compliment.