Kicks reached out and covered her ample mounds with his rough hands, squeezing slightly to get a good feel of their size, softness and fullness. He shifted slightly, his semi hard member for the briefest glance visible to Mia, her eyes for some reason drawn to the crippled man's prick as his loincloth shifted back into place. Meanwhile Kicks reached tried to get a feel of her measurement for the armor, but seemed reluctant to let her chest go, almost kneading the lovely breasts under her cloth. To cover his lecherous exploits, he attempted smalltalk in which the monk seemed interested.<br/>"Well, those two have had history. Saar used to be the former champ, real tough fuckhead with a prick the size of a tree trunk. De'fwa on the other hand... Proved to be tougher once already. Most brutal fight I ever saw. Pretty sure Saar's brain splattered over the sand at one point, but the shithead's still kickin."<br/><br/>He gave Mia's breasts one more, tight squeeze before letting go, content now.<br/>"You know, pretty... I got it all on those two. If you want to hear it, and how I think their fight will go, I can be nice tell... If you'd be just so nice to let me see these amazing titties of yours. Just lift that top and stay like that for a minute, and I'll tell you all about those two..."<br/><br/>Of course if she was not interested, she could send Kicks back to work and wait to see for herself how the death match would end, or if Saar even puts up a fight.<br/><br/>Wether she let the cripple ogle her naked breasts or not, he finished adjusting the outfit and Mia could change to her leather gear.