She has to remind herself of what she has just told him: there never was an Eorlingas who shrank from duty, or from fear. Still, there's a stab of uncertainty, a split second's hesitation, before she takes a half-step back and - in one quick movement, as if she's unwilling to test her nerve with slowness - pulls the silk shift off and over her head. It isn't his judgement she's afraid of: he has made his bargain, and if he is disappointed in his catch, then that is no-one's lookout but his. What makes her nervous is something more nebulous and less easily understood - some doubt in herself, some fear that she will make a fool of herself.
The body under her shift is by no means that of a society beauty. The muscle on her arms and neck is lean, and while she is a little too sharp to entirely be called beautiful while dressed, it is a subtle thing. Underneath, though... Her belly is flat and taut, her legs toned by riding and running both, and when she turns, folding the shift over her arm, to set it aside, her ass is sharply sculpted. Her breasts sit high and pert on her chest, where tan and freckling fade out to the creamy white skin a society lady ought to aspire to; a trail of coarse, dark blonde hair runs down to the mound between her thighs, obscuring but not hiding what lies beneath.
She turns back to him, folding her arms unconsciously across her chest, and raises an eyebrow in challenge. "Are you satisfied?"
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Date: 2020-05-10 08:54 pm (UTC)The body under her shift is by no means that of a society beauty. The muscle on her arms and neck is lean, and while she is a little too sharp to entirely be called beautiful while dressed, it is a subtle thing. Underneath, though... Her belly is flat and taut, her legs toned by riding and running both, and when she turns, folding the shift over her arm, to set it aside, her ass is sharply sculpted. Her breasts sit high and pert on her chest, where tan and freckling fade out to the creamy white skin a society lady ought to aspire to; a trail of coarse, dark blonde hair runs down to the mound between her thighs, obscuring but not hiding what lies beneath.
She turns back to him, folding her arms unconsciously across her chest, and raises an eyebrow in challenge. "Are you satisfied?"