OOC: No worries, I know how much Skyrim can be a timesink.<br/><br/>Brynhilde moved to lay down on the towel that had been spread out over the bed, her breasts flattening beneath her as she placed herself on her elbows, keeping her back somewhat stretched. She groaned softly as Mira started to work the oils into her skin, the fragrance filling the room and her nostrils. Those firm fingers working over her naked skin, it was worth the burning in her muscles if it kept her father from knowing what she did during the nights. When Mira asked what had happened the last night she smiled, "Ughh", she groaned softly again as Mira worked her talented fingers over her body. "I met a young man, a half-elf..", she bit back a soft gasp as Mira moved between her buttocks. "we.. danced somewhat", dance being a polite way of saying they fought. "He.. gave me something good.. there is a sla-", another punctuated groan. "Slaver.. guild in the city.. I don't think the Flaming Fist.. will", she gasped as Mira's finger slipped a bit deeper, "Help.. he said.. the pay gold.. for protection", she slowly turned over now as Mira finished with her back.<br/><br/>Those long coltish lengths of her legs were placed onto Mira's tender care, her feet in the woman's hand as she massaged her muscles. "Hmmm..", Mira groaned tenderly as she stared into Mira's eyes. Those eastern eyes staring back at her, Brynhilde had been a wild child for much of her life. But she had never accepted a man between her legs before, she had never found one worthy of coupling, most men were either scared of her or wanted to 'break her in' like they would a wild horse. Neither really interested her, she had made.. love to Mira only once. Though it had been fun it wasn't something deeply compelling to her, she certainly didn't love the woman not in the way of a lover. A confidante a friend, those things surely but not a lover.