#33801 - With a little bit of amusement Ninian noticed that every eye was now on the woman and not himself. “Er, my name is Ninian, what is yours, fair Lady?” he asked, feeling a little rising anxiety, until this point he had been able to employ his statecraft, addressing crowds, dealing with what had essentially been diplomacy, but now, as he was led through the building by his buxom companion, her breasts bouncing with each hurried step in her bodice he realised he was now in a more intimate one on one scenario where he was expected to… Perform. “Uh, yesssss…” Lace hissed as she squeezed his waist, jerking her hips forward with vigour, their bodies slapping together roughly, his ass tingling with an intense array of emotions, his body tiring from the force of her efforts.