Scars, a fun-loving half-elf warrior

The man reaches out and wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you against him. You yelp in surprise and he plants a kiss on your cheek. You see that it is is Scars, a half-elf who you has bedded you before when you were a fountain girl.

He is a handsome man, though named for the twin scars that carve from forehead to chin on one side of his face, the mark of some long ago beast he battled. His hair is close-cropped and brown as sand, his skin sun-bronzed, and his eyes glittering green as they gaze into yours.

"How has my favorite girl been without Scars to keep her company? Have you missed me?"

He draws you against him in an embrace so snug your breasts nearly burst from your corset. He presses his lips to your and lets his hands wander down to your ass. He gives you a playful squeeze on the cheeks. He pulls his lips away and you feel yourself flushing with excitement.

"I've just come from a grand adventure and I will tell you all about it...later. First..."

He kicks off his leather boots and begins to unbuckle his trousers.