[ Molly makes a more petulant than sexual whine, but then stretches lazily on the ruined bed, limber and flexible as he works the tired muscles. ]
There's a dressing gown in the closet. I'm not putting pants on after that.
[ Slipping his tail away, the tiefling turns over, smiling up at Fjord. He's a sight; hair messed up, sweat at his brow, plush lips slightly open and a look of a cat who got the cream. Which he technically did. ]
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There's a dressing gown in the closet. I'm not putting pants on after that.
[ Slipping his tail away, the tiefling turns over, smiling up at Fjord. He's a sight; hair messed up, sweat at his brow, plush lips slightly open and a look of a cat who got the cream. Which he technically did. ]