Bastien was expecting a little bit of a make out, some over clothes touching from Edy with a promise to meet up later - when she moved down he was surprised, wide eyed staring down at her face as she took him into her mouth. He gripped the edge of the bar, his knuckles turning white as he tried his best to keep a good, even composure for the guests. He wasn't going to tell her to stop, though; that was the challenge. Besides, it was hard to deny that it felt good to have a woman want him enough for this.
It was hard to miss the man who came in through the door, with his long white hair. Bastien hoped he wouldn't be the bard and could just order a quick drink and step away, but of course he came over to talk.
As distracted as he was (oh God, was Edy always this good with her tongue?) he still laughed at Jigano's comment, bent down as best he could without interrupting anything (widening his eyes at Edy on the way, trying to communicate there was someone here) and grabbing his shirt, shrugging it over his shoulders enough to cover the offending nipples.
"Mmm-Sorry. Yes. You're right, sir." Bastien cleared his throat, trying desperately to pull his mind away from what was happening down below. "So how can I help you?"
It was hard to miss the man who came in through the door, with his long white hair. Bastien hoped he wouldn't be the bard and could just order a quick drink and step away, but of course he came over to talk.
As distracted as he was (oh God, was Edy always this good with her tongue?) he still laughed at Jigano's comment, bent down as best he could without interrupting anything (widening his eyes at Edy on the way, trying to communicate there was someone here) and grabbing his shirt, shrugging it over his shoulders enough to cover the offending nipples.
"Mmm-Sorry. Yes. You're right, sir." Bastien cleared his throat, trying desperately to pull his mind away from what was happening down below. "So how can I help you?"
