She smiled sweetly at him as he spoke of her new outfit, but behind her bright eyes and disarming expression Viloet was doing some quick arithmetic, 'Alright, just enough to get back on our feet. 15 gold coins a day for... one week, that's... about 100. Good for some new clothes and gear, a ride to the next town and a bed for the foreseeable future. Got it. One week.'<br/><br/>Viloet's expression went stoic for a moment as he took her sexy banter literally, "Uh- Yes, but please don't roll over on me." She requested without a hint of levity, as if she was speaking from fear of past instances repeating themselves. Catching herself in the sudden shift of tone, she returned quickly to her appeasing smile as before.<br/><br/>Her eyes lowered to the table as he cleared a path for her, giving her a cue to come closer even before he began to speak. She kicked her boots off before she arose, standing flat on the couch in her bare feet. Shifting her weight onto one foot half-buried in the bulbous velvet, she cocked her hip out to the side. Even with such an advantage, the halfling was still just about an eye level until Terrance leisurely slouched back.<br/><br/>Smiling, she lifted one daintily foot off and unsteadily planted it on the table, and then the other. Now that she was standing and so close at that, he could see in plain view her form fitting tan leather pants. The material hugged to her thighs closely as little wrinkles accentuated her body in paths running from her hips to between her legs.<br/><br/>She stepped across the table seductively and then to his side, placing a foot just against his thigh. Turning around, she gave him a view of her ass for a moment and looked over her shoulder with a smile. The halfling sat down on the outside of his thigh and brought her own legs up onto the couch so that she could recline against his chest. Yet the temptress did not lean back, keeping the supportive laces on the back of her armor teasingly in reach.<br/><br/>"Like this, master?" Viloet tentatively asked in false ignorance as she reached down, grabbing his cock as close to the base as she could, wrapping each little finger around it to bring him fully upright. Sitting as she was, it was nearly at her navel already. Her index finger barely touched her thumb at its' tip when she looked over her shoulder with a wide smile and a pair of seductively narrowed eyes. (http://postimage.org/image/1kotwmvyc/)