Brea took the mug and had an experimental sip. It wasn't hot, so she drained the mug in one gulp and set it aside. Then, striding up to Fethlion boldly, she grabbed his hand and pulled herself against him so that her bosom was crushed against his bony chest. "No doubt." She echoed, a laviscious smile on her full lips. "So you'd better be quick if you want a go, eh?"<br/><br/>Her other hand slipped down to his groin, where she began stroking tantalizingly. "So," She hissed in his ear as she nibbled slyly at the lobe. "You want to follow me to the cellar? Or are you just going to give me a right good poking here?"