<div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/e7662fad12f269372b003682baf5ab51/tumblr_nqesr5mzRt1u5hdkbo1_500.jpg)</div>Cassia takes a moment's time to mourn the loss of her coins. But she has debts to pay. Pleasurable ones. Connor, despite his relative youth, carries himself with an attractive confidence. She watches as his friends stand, cursing their luck. She feels a twinge of sympathy for each of them. Especially the one about to go home with his hired girl. A nice boy like that shouldn't have to pay...<br/><br/>Her attention is drawn back to the cards as Connor plays his hand. Her own is trounced by his score. The paladin is past caring, though. A slow-burning fire has been building since she let herself relax and the defeat is far from unwelcome. She stands up from the table, her wide hips swaying, and offers each of the three men who stand up to leave a parting hug. Her lush breasts squish against their chests tantalizingly. During the hugs, she gives each of them a surreptitious stroke across the crotch with her palm, revelling in their reactions and the way she's turned the table since the grope she received earlier. Her fingers linger just long enough for them to really feel the touch, and then depart, leaving each to contemplate what just happened.<br/><br/>The whole time, Cassia's round, metal-clad rear has been on display for the seated Connor. Turning back toward him, her blue eyes meet his green ones. "I think you should show me to your house, Connor. Where you can show me what you<em>would</em>dare to do to a warrior goddess."<br/>