Each twin let escape a breathless gasp at the firm cupping of Arivel's hands, and one giggled; both seemed quite content to be led along by their rears, like girls in tree-swings. Once over the threshold of the inn room, they seemed to smile warmly, relieved or pleased. The twin Arivel chose gave out a maidenly gasp as he kissed her, and threw her arms to her side as if to surrender her robes to be opened. They fastened like the cheongsams and kimonos of the high ladies of Kara-Tur, tied with small delicate silk knots down one side under the armpit, from whence the front peeled back and away. The twin shivered delightfully as Arivel was doing just that. She tossed back her chin and shoulders as if to better surrender herself, which also caused her gown to fall from her shoulders, from whence it fell like autumnal leaves from her slender body. It caught only briefly on the conspicuously pert peaks of her breasts, which had apparently been bound in nothing underneath the rather supportive bodice of the gown. She wriggled her body subtly, causing the gown to fall free and pool about her ankles. It left only the peach-colored curves of the redhead standing with a single strappy triangle of silk girding her loins. She smiled, looked up at Arivel, and placed her hands upon his chest.<br/><br/>Her twin gave out a hungry, slightly yearning growl, clinging to the man's left arm. She nudged against her sister, palming her sensuously but firmly against her nearer bare breast and the triangle of silk some distance beneath, until she had more of Arivel's front than her now nigh-naked sister. "I grow much too warm, still bound up," she whimpered, nuzzling Arivel's earlobe. "Please free me too."<br/><br/>Her twin frowned, "'Tis little fairer if we both, but only we, are so treated," her fingernails raked down Arivel's breastplated chest until they hooked at the waistline of his leggings. "Mm, shall we relieve m'lord of his armor..." her hands worked then at the front of his leggings, her palms and fingertips brushing the prominent, firm bulge many times over, "Or shall I work upon his softer pieces of attire..." she mused as she sought to free him, and catch up in hand, "only to reveal that which may be harder than the armor itself."