He steals her heart

Jacques looks at the snoring merchant, her gold teeth shining in the moonlight.

"Normally I wouldn't stoop this low (yes, he would), but after laughing at me and ruining my boxer shorts, you've earned it," Jacques says to himself, his natural accent slipping out.

He slips his fingers into her mouth, and she instinctively starts sucking on them. He thinks about slipping her dentures out and calling it a day, but a tinge of pity sweeps over him.

This is pretty cruel even for him, so he decides the least he can do is give her a parting gift, especially since he'll be parting with all of hers.

He gently climbs onto the bed, slides the gold dentures out of her mouth, putting them in the pile of loot on the floor, and wakes her with a kiss.

"Mmmhhuh?" Jorella asks as Jacques tenderly caresses her body.

"I have to go soon, but I wanted give you this before I left," he says as he starts kissing his way down her neck.

"Ooooh Jacques!" Jorella moans as another round of lovemaking starts. She's so distracted by his tender actions she doesn't even notice she's missing a few more things now.

Soon he's got her writhing and moaning around his head as he recites the Elvish alphabet against her pussy lips.

Jorella gushes and groans as Jacques makes her cum half-a-dozen more times, until eventually they're both too tired to go on, and both pass out in each others arms.