The night is still young...

Jorella tosses Jacques onto her bed and starts pulling his armor and clothes off. He tries to protest, but she silences him with a sloppy kiss.

He's really not that interested in her, but hey, she's rich, and if this nets him a big pay day...

Jacques pulls his shirt over his head, showing off his muscular chest. He isn't ripped, but he's still in pretty good shape, and makes for some passable beefcake, especially to the drunk Jorella.

The merchant girl moves in for another kiss when Jacques stops her.

"I want to see... more of you," he says as he stares into her green eyes.

"Huh?" Jorella asks, confused but aroused by his (sexy, exotic) accent and smoldering eyes.

"I want to see more of that exquisite body. Show it to me," he commands, trying to regain control of this situation.

"Well garsh," Jorella blushes and stutters as her hayseed accent slips through. She's completely taken aback by his compliments and his request.