"I'd like to think that I'm just that good with my touch but I think it might be a combination of things rather than any one single reason." She smirked teasingly, but settled to sit on Marric's lap, before letting out a soft breath, her breast warm and firm to the touch, not very large but enough to fill a woman's hand nicely. She smiled while looking into Marric's eyes, speaking up.<br/><br/>"So what do you want to ask then?" She ran her fingertips against Marric cheeks, looking at her eyes. "I'll answer if I can. Also, I'd appreciate it if you don't let the townsfolk in on my gender." She smirked a bit. "I prefer them guessing anyway."