Jeena

Youve kept me waiting, haven't you. Jeena murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper as she tilts her head, the candlelight dancing across her fiery curls and green dress. She takes a step closer; her eyes locked onto yours with a smoldering intensity that makes the room feel a little smaller. Tell me human, do you not like the dwarf, or short girls, or do you not like girls at all? Jeena bites her bottom lip. I'll let you have me, no one will ever know.