[ She lets him pull her in for a moment, mouth open and warm, inhaling. Her scales are softened from whatever shimmery oil they put on her, smooth and sweet-smelling. Then she grabs him by the shirt and pulls him along to the low bed with purpose. ]
Shoes.
[ She instructs lazily as he sits on him. ]
Swords.
[ He can put them in reach, but they're in the way already. ]
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Shoes.
[ She instructs lazily as he sits on him. ]
Swords.
[ He can put them in reach, but they're in the way already. ]