Elven woman

Try as I might to shift my attention back to the temple, my eyes kept roaming back to the alluring elven woman. I could almost hear the musical melody of her voice as she plied her wares to a client, her delicate fingers holding a flimsy azure piece of silk between her hands. The buyer, a plumb worthless example of the male species, kept trying to grab her delicate wares with his greasy fingers.

Paladins of Myra take great pride in their gallantry, and I fancy myself no different. While I didnt intend to spoil the trade of the frail girl, I also moved closer, readily available in case she needed me. Our eyes meet, but the casual smile makes light of the situation.

"50 silver... why cant you just say the price, girl?" the raspy breath, his greasy fingers reached again for the uncanny ware. His large bulk covered most of the elegant curves of the beautiful elvish girl, but every now and then I could catch a glimpse of her smooth, abalaster skin, her golden hair. She giggles an answer, and the sight of her lush red lips gives my butterflies in my stomach.

The man reaches for her arm, but with a swirl she just slips from his grasp, his bulky form collapsing to the ground. I try not to laugh, and fail. I chuckle with amusement, and am berated with a stern look from those beautifully green elvish eyes. She begins to help her fallen client, and tells him "50.... gold". His hand, she places his hands down the cleavage of her dress, and the chubby man nods his agreement.

Her eyes again turn in my direction, her angelic features turned feisty as she gently pleasures herself with the fumbling hands of her clumsy client, and he soon, too soon, slips down her bra, a translucent piece of silk just like the one she was showing him moments before. The man is almost orgasmic, leaving behind his heavy coin purse, before the elf changes her mind.

"My thanks for the valiant rescue" She tells me, her sensuous mouth entrancing me. "and welcome... is there anything I could do for you today?" her niples just showing beneath her thin dress, I try to scurry my thoughts for the answer