Mostly honest

"Well, to be honest, I don't know how I got here, but I know why I chose your door," you say, trying to not sound lame. Giselle's eyes became liquid pools of lust and she closed the distance between the two of you with a single step. Her crimson mane glittered in the sunlight as she moved, making it shimmer strawberry gold for a moment.

"And why is that?" she asked knowingly. Her hand was on your sword belt and toying with the fine tooled leather.

"I think you know. Besides, what the fuck are you doing in Andalasia? I thought you were in New York?" you ask, letting her long, nimble fingers explore on their own. They do not disappoint as they leave your belt and travel below, stroking the hardening cock they found there.

"Such language," she said with a bright blush. Her tongue parted her lips again to wet them and the twin pouty pink petals shimmered for an instant in the low light. "I left the real world after my Robert died. It seems true love can only last a life time if you die young," she said, her hand leaving your cock and a sadness filling her large, innocent eyes. Tears welled up in them and they glassed over as they looked away from you.