<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lB240Kg.jpg?1)  </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Penn Teegan</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>18<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=222317)<br/><hr/>Without speaking her enthusiasm, Penn silently welcomes the kisses and works her lips hungrily over Anafa's mouth.  She manages a light chuckle at her description, seeming not to mind being the company's eye-candy for the time being... the light breath of laughter catches in her throat as Anafa's dextrous hands grip her breasts, which yield less than their size would suggest under the constraining leather armor.  She gives a deep sigh, her long lashes fluttering just a bit, showing a profound reaction to the sensation.<br/><br/>Her eyes half-closed, she strokes Anafa's cheek, then bites her still-damp lower lip as if to constrain her mischievous thought-- then, apparently, gives in to it.  She kisses Anafa firmly, her lips pursed and barely open, providing enough mouth to tongue-tease the halfling woman's lips just as she rises with a sensuous arch of her body-- then presses her chest voraciously against the girl's face to give her that very opportunity.  She laughs then-- perhaps the loudest noise she's made since Anafa's known her.  She props up one foot on the table and quirks her brow at the mischievous would-be lover, and gives a comically grandiose gesture at her body, a little twirl of her fingers.<br/><br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>