<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/X1aCoVB.jpg?1)</div><strong>Ye'me</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267118.msg13175920#msg13175920)<br/><em>Courtier Human Barbarian 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Emperor's Flagon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, but Tictic specifically<br/><hr/><br/>As the evening went on Ye'me found the robe he wore increasingly uncomfortable. Even though his breasts were small they were quite sensitive and the robe was tight enough about his chest to be rather less than ideal for the poor barbarian. His constant demands for his armor may have made more sense if he had said 'I need my bra back' but he wasn't going to say it that way for many reasons.<br/><br/>Also the tightness of the skirt of the robe was bothering him. He wanted to sit with his legs spread like a nomad who had spent most of their life in the saddle should (even if he hadn't been allowed to ride much, being just a man and all) but the tight robe prevented it.<br/><br/>Fed up with that, he stood up and picked up a dinner knife, and cut open his robe just below his hip and slashed down the side of it, opening a very long slit. Of course rather than an act of a liberated man, it would appear as a woman making her already tight dress a revealing one, as now his entire bare, smooth, rather muscular though still quite pretty leg, came bare out of it. He sat down with a happy sigh after that though, now able at least to sit properly.<br/><br/>The more he drank though, the more it would become apparent that the headlights were on, so to speak, his relatively large nipples obvious in the tightness of the robe even as he would constantly try to pull it away from them to ease the discomfort. No bulge at all appeared lower in the robe though, leaving a rather obvious implication of how relatively little he was packing down there.<br/><br/>The cuddliness of his companions did not go unnoticed. It turned out Ye'me liked cuddling too, but had a bit more physical idea of how he liked it.<br/><br/>Tictic was the first target of his affection. "You're very pretty for a goblin." He would suddenly observe. Without warning he would move to scoop up the little goblin and sit him on his bare leg, almost petting the man softly if allowed. If the goblin tried to squirm away Ye'me would try to wrestle him onto his lap, but then would let him get up and leave afterwards if he didn't want to sit there, looking almost sad about that if he did.<br/><br/>Ye'me's body language would encourage any gentle and loving cuddling, but discourage any attempt to go towards his crotch area.