The dwarf takes Mikuru at her word, beginning a thorough examination of the suit that takes his hands, eyes, and the tickling touch of his beard all over her body. Along the way both her breasts and her groin are exposed as he examines both the inside and outside of the suit in these places and she finds herself groped and pawed at all over her body, some not entirely necessary but most, like the point where he grabbed her groin and prodded clit, slit, and rosebud simultaneously simply part of an extremely in depth search.<br/><br/>Finally he drew a knife and attempted to cut her free of the suit only to find that, while the side he had cut hung open and allowed access to her side with ease, the rest of the suit would not leave her body. At this point he admit defeat and sat down, having removed his armor and outer layer of clothing during the search, in a linen shirt that was soaked with sweat and did little to hide his impressively muscled form and tight leather pants that bulged in front with an erection he refused acknowledge. For her part Mikuru has just spent the best part of an hour being touch, caressed, petted, squeezed and having the strong muscular body belonging to an individual who has repeatedly gone out of his way to help her move about her and brush up against her at extremely close range. It is, to say the least, rather hot in the quiet cell as they sit on the narrow bed, with the dwarf at least, trying not to look at each other.