Lana the White Witch

Sweet Lana was an unusual beauty. Everything from her sky blue hair to her eccentric attire was exotic and rather flighty-looking. Her unevenly-cut skirt, her intricate tights, her small tube top that struggled to hold her delectable bust in place, it all combined to form a picture of a girl raring for a fun time.

She had a bubbly personality to match, though she often proved herself far smarter and more empathetic than she seemed. And she had an obvious crush on him; it was plain to see the sparkle in her eye when she followed behind him, as well as the naked hurt when he spent time around other females without her.

She was working in the medical tent right now. Taking her to his bed would be easy, but how would he go about it? Would he play it callously, pushing her to give him sexual treats in exchange for consideration of a potential relationship? Or should he stay a gentleman, and offer his arm for her heart with courtly consideration?