Stopped by The Jarl's Housecarl

You don't make it far before being stopped by a sultry dark elf woman clad in crisscrossing strips of leather which frame her tight body. Your gaze hadn't made it up from her bust by the time she haled you, ordering you to stop with a haughty voice. She was tall, with sharp cheekbones and peering eyes which smoldered with a rough beauty. She demands to know your business, her hands never leaving the blades at her waist. You lick your lips, mind overcome with dirty thoughts.