Arden nods, looking down as she pulls off her black leggings, then stands up and slips off her panties and pulls off the short gown, fully revealing her pale, sinuous form, which appears to be almost entirely hairless. When she finally turns to glance at Jacques her cheeks flush a deep, rosy pink which contrasts with her white skin. His tall, powerfully muscled physique absorbs her vision, but it is the thick, black member, fully erected between his legs, that leaves her mouth agape. She is startled senseless for a moment; she hadn't seen many men naked before, aside from having seen ghouls and orcs in the act of ravishing women, and Jacques was an undeniably exotic and enchanting specimen.<br/><br/>A strange heat starts to well in her chest, and her nipples perk up visibly. A desire, born of childish curiosity, fills her to touch him, to grasp and stroke the member which so clearly seems to desire her. She tries to steady her breathing and suppress the strange feeling though, and, turning away from Jacques, the girl wades into the stream and splashes some water on herself. The stream is connected to a large river which flows up from the South, and the water is surprisingly warm and comfortable.