Something even naughtier!

Ursula takes the soap bar and gently rubs it across her wet pussy lips.

It feels so good, she has to bite down on her knuckle to keep from moaning like a whore.

Once the bar is coated in her lovely cunny honey, the lewd, lusty lady takes the soap and gently tosses it between Pardoo's legs.

"OOOPS!" Ursula says rather unconvincingly as the bar bounces on the ground and lands about a foot in front of him. "I... I dropped it!" Her bare toes curl against the carpet as she shivers in sexual excitement. "Could... could you get that for me?"

Ursula stands up on wobbly legs and takes another, mincing step towards the Paladin until her face is just inches away from his surprisingly rusty shoulder pauldron and slowly, sensually licks her lips.

"Please?" She asks in the breathiest, most seductively voice she's ever used.

Pardoo nervously jolts in his armor (Ursula has to use her divine agility to hop out of the way to avoid getting knocked on the chin), causing a surprisingly old and worn out looking screw to shake loose from his armor and tumble to the ground.

"O-of course!" The nervous warrior responds as he takes a step forward. He bends at the knees and picks the soap up, freezing for a moment.

He... he must have noticed the scent! M-my scent!

Ursula barely suppresses a squeal at the thought.

"It's a slippery little devil," Pardoo awkwardly chuckles as he slowly stands back up. "And it has a very... unique... smell."

Ursula freezes in fear for a moment. "You don't like it?"

Have I gone too far? Oh Geod! What have I done?

"N-no! N-not at all! In fact..." Pardoo stammers as Ursula clenches her fists tight. "I think it's the nicest-smelling soap I've ever held."