The door had popped open just as Rokh had attempted to smash through it.  Having him go right into the room.   So once out of the room.  The half-orc would feel the swing of the door as it is pushed closed and shut.<br/><br/>Lefty turns his attention to the gnome beauty.   She is hot,  for a gnome or any race.  She is one hot comely gal.    He ruffles with the remark about fifteen years.   That is queried to him by her.   As if it suggested something.   What he did not know.   His thoughts to much on one track.  As he backs to his chair.  The big recliner,  pausing before going back in it to sit.<br/><br/><em>"Dance for me,  like one of those conchi- bines.   An shed your cloths while you dance."</em>Lefty would command, quite pleased with himself.  He show her.   Pulling himself up in the recliner.  To enjoy the show.  A soft moan give, as his pants tent in his lap.  An the dam girl had not even begun to dance.