"Well, I'm real grateful for that Mis-" Olly was in the midst of saying at Amarla's initial compliments, but the further and further her diatribe went, the more uneasy Olly was feeling in his gut. Had he made a mistake making this vibrating toy for her?<br/><br/>"No, Mistress! I-I was meaning no type of disrespect or to be untoward. I-I know my place well, truly!" he urged, but the game was already on, the cards were frayed out like a fan, forming an almost spine like curve betwixt the heavy cleavage of Amarla's heaving bosom. He couldn't help but look at her breasts, tightly packed into flesh-squeezing fabric of a fashion he had seen nowhere else. He swallowed hard. What did he have to lose though? He had no home, he had no woman. His job was better than most, but there was a limit to just how far he could ever reach with it. If what she said was true... and his choice could lead to the gallows, well that'd be it then he supposed.<br/><br/>Wrinkling his fat nose as his prominent brow pursed together in thought, Olly slowly made his way around the desk to stand beside her. She was so tall, so beautiful, towering over him even in her seated position. Giving him space to work, he slowly, reached for a card, but the clutz that he was bumped the side of her breast causing two of the cards to slip away and fall into her lap.<br/><br/>"Shite!" he instinctively exclaimed before realizing he had just cursed in the presence of nobility. "Apologies, Mistress," he nervously followed up. More carefully this time, he reached up with one hand and gently grabbed the side of her bust to steady her bosom, and with his free hand pulled a card before reaching down and retrieving the two fallen ones as well. The trio he placed on the desk, all face down with their meanings hidden from view.<br/><br/>Sleight of Hand Check to pull a card with breast-grabbing advantage: 2d20k1a3 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=145090)