His surprise and excitement at her surprising grappling prowess brings a grin to Dorothea's face. "I told you I went to a military school, didn't I? It wasn't all just fun and games--I know how to fight."

But she'd rather not--she'd rather kiss instead, giggling when he pulls her back in for more. When he sits up, she braces her hands on his shoulders.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't mean it. I'm not that much of a tease," she says, adjusting herself slightly so there's enough room between them for her to actually disrobe. In her Fódlani dancer's attire, it's easy enough to slide her shoulder out from the single strap, letting her breasts spill out.

Her skin is pale, marked with a few little scars here and there, rosy nipples pert. He's so eager that she can't help but ask: "Have you ever seen a woman's breasts in real life before?"