<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/>Smirking on her her silent, sensual way, Penn quirks an eyebrow in a gesture of unprofessional curiosity.  Though her posture remains dignified, though casual, her smoldering eyes roam over the halfling's cleavage in full appreciation.  When Anafa joins her, she shows no intention to reposition herself, letting the deft, small hands explore however they like.<br/><br/>She lifts her empty hand, then lifts the arm over Anafa's shoulder, resting her forearm and wrist for the young woman to recline on in a welcoming gesture.  Grinning faintly, she arches the cards across Anafa's body, making a cascading shushing sound punctuated by the feathery flap of cards pooling into her open, waiting hand as they bridge the air across her.  She chuckles softly, as if to ask 'that enough cards to do it?', before fanning the almost full deck in her hand and wafting it, like a courtly maiden fanning herself, and pantomiming that the temperature has suddenly gone up.<br/><br/>One card slips free from the semicircle of paper images, falling down to stick into Penn's own ample cleavage, her golden pale skin not quite managing to snare the card before it lodges in her lap.  She makes an "o" of theatrical shock, then slips her free hand up to the buckle where her leather leggings meet the flexible webbing of her leather corset.  She undoes the buckle languidly, baring little that wasn't already bare, and touches her fingertip to her own lips before pressing it to Anafa's.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>