Performance?

"Perform my Lord?" The Akkadian stammers, unsure what Trimon desires.

"Do you wish us to dance for you?" Naerwyn adds with equal uncertainty.

The companions briefly give each other a concerned glance not liking where Trimon's thinking is going, especially that the Warlord desires one of them to be spanked. Both muster the will to resist the urge to cover themselves as they stand with their hands at their side, completely naked before Trimon for his inspection, waiting his reply.

The Warlord smirks as he looks over the two exposed shapely women like a starving beast inspecting two choice cuts of meat. "Not quite my big titted redhead." Trimon pontificates as Naerwyn winces at being summed up merely by her breast size. "I have this in mind for my amusement . . ."