[P] A little company never hurt anyone.

Krin sips the bowl of soup. "Mmmmn..." It's good, maybe the best thing he's ever tasted. Not that he can remember if he's had anything else. He drinks the rest eagerly. "Oh, this is really good."

He flushes as her tail winds behind him. He's so glad his dark complexion doesn't show the blushing easily. "I... oh, that's... ummm." He glances toward the nest of cushions, shifting awkwardly. The image of being trapped beneath her coils there while she does whatever she pleases rises unbidden to the front of his mind.

He bites his lip to refrain from embarrassing himself as she wraps around him. Her scales rippling against him feels... nice. It's certainly not helping him shake the thoughts filling his head. He nods with a little squeak, letting the borrowed shawl slip from his shoulders. He leans toward her, hesitantly reaching out to stroke her breasts.

[P] I'll start playing with her breasts. 1d20 (15) + LIB 8 + (3 x HRN 0) = 23.

[GM] Her HRN goes up by 1.