"We," Zhi said, sharing her grin between Styrm and the wench. "Little bit o'heat never scared me."
She earned herself a brief glance, and a flicker of uncertainty. But then the wench was back to simpering towards Styrm. "An' anythin' t'keep yer mouth. . .wet?"
Zhi was patting her hand on the bar in lieu of the laughter that wanted to spill out.
The wench's chest -- that which was visible -- was perspiring. It glistened in the light spilling in from the doorway. It was only through a massive amount of effort that Zhi kept her ribald suggestions to herself, though she gave Styrm a very pained look.
She earned herself a brief glance, and a flicker of uncertainty. But then the wench was back to simpering towards Styrm. "An' anythin' t'keep yer mouth. . .wet?"
Zhi was patting her hand on the bar in lieu of the laughter that wanted to spill out.
The wench's chest -- that which was visible -- was perspiring. It glistened in the light spilling in from the doorway. It was only through a massive amount of effort that Zhi kept her ribald suggestions to herself, though she gave Styrm a very pained look.
