<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/MaMcgAb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Anafa</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>24<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>16<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Drinking snuggling<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=224308)<br/><hr/>Anafa looked up to eventually find Penn's eyes, and noticing their open appraisal, grinned wider and drew a finger down her own cleavage like displaying a masterwork good for sale.  Leaning back on Penn's arm comfortably, her own hand slides up the knee to bare thigh, enjoying the naked area between boot and skirt as she watched the cards expertly fly past her face.  She had to clap a little as Penn showed off, and watched the rogue card enjoy a trip down the half-elf's own chest.  More interesting, however, was watching her unfasten a load-bearing buckle with a single hand, letting things hang a little looser.  "Mmm, I like the way you're talking," she grinned up, kissing that finger playfully.<br/><br/>Taking the invitation, she got up, pivoted around, and straddled Penn's lap, facing her.  Leaning in, she tried to whisper, but it was hard when drunk, "Now shut up and kiss me..." and pressed her lips to Penn's.  She felt nice, soft, and Anafa stroked her cheek as she started making out.  Breaking free a moment, she looked down at the cleavage on display below.  "I've always loved this halter boob-window you've got going on.  I just want to push them together and crawl inside and live there, heh!"  She reached down and cupped each corseted breast gently, pushing up and together to make a deep tall cleavage one could lose a hand in.