"Our arrangement is strictly business and born of necessity, nothing more." Nali spoke with poise and a certain sternness; the disgust in the young elf's voice was palpable, despite her best efforts.
The room was spacious enough for its purposes, our lantern-lit shadows swaying from side to side into the dim corners of the room. A few candles illuminated the scene, casting the shadows around us into sharp relief.
"You're being paid handsomely," I continued, "and you have all the time in the world to indulge yourself as you please. What could possibly be wrong?"
"It isn't about indulgence, it's about honor and obligation; I am not for sale, human." Nali shifted uncomfortably on the bed, one hand running through her long, crimson tresses. "I am simply doing what I must, but Despite this, it feels...wrong." There it was. Nali's shame was palpable, her honor still in tact. While a common whore could've suited my baser needs, it was no small measure to find an even begrudging participant like Nali; noble, graceful, stubborn. Yet there was more to the young Elf than her initial coldness. A certain air that drew me in; something primal, a deeper desire that even she struggled to deny. I could feel myself hardening at the mere prospect of transforming her trepidation into passion.
She was a nymphette, if only I'd teach her.
"Our arrangement isn't a cheap one; you'd do well to remember that. But please, there's no need to view in such a crude manner; I can be quite the gentleman." There was a slight truth to that, at least. Brute force would not be required for such a delicate wildflower as Nali, nor would I have even wanted to take her like a savage. While she could be sharp-tongued and short-tempered, Nali was nearly a third my size; damaging the diminutive damsel was not in my best interest. After all, her heart, mind and body were equally worth conquering. A bit of romancing would be necessary to win all three; I was a bastard, yes, but a tender one need be.
Nali averted her gaze, desperate to hide the blush stirring beneath her cheeks. "That is yet to be seen." A loose, silk blouse clung to the Elf girl's childish features; innocently modest yet seductive to wanting eyes.
"Ah, very well. Let's begin."