[Said conversationally as she drops the clothes to the floor - they can be picked up and laid out later. For now her eyes trace over his chest. She'd pegged him as well traveled before, but it's clear that he's seen more than his fair share of danger. And she's never had a man of orcish descent as a client before. She feels her pulse run warm up to her ears, and inwardly laughs at herself. It's a real shame that he's such a gentleman.
Hm. Bold fingers touch one of the longer scars, tracing it from end to end.]
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[Said conversationally as she drops the clothes to the floor - they can be picked up and laid out later. For now her eyes trace over his chest. She'd pegged him as well traveled before, but it's clear that he's seen more than his fair share of danger. And she's never had a man of orcish descent as a client before. She feels her pulse run warm up to her ears, and inwardly laughs at herself. It's a real shame that he's such a gentleman.
Hm. Bold fingers touch one of the longer scars, tracing it from end to end.]
Are you a man of the cloth, Fjord?