Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-16047389-20140220205707/@comment-16047389-20140221143131

''Rolf walks up to Idolaf. Actually, it's more like he strutted while swaying his hips from side to side. From a beautiful buxom Nord woman it might have come across as attractive. But there would be nothing attractive about the swaying of this son of a shepard.''

Once Rolf reaches Idolaf's table, he proceeds in attempting to woo him.

''"Those are nice pants, handsome", Rolf begins. "But they'd look better crumpled up on my bedroom floor in the morning."''

Idolaf had just taken a sip of mead, and now does an over the top spit-take.

''"What say we get out of here, head back to my place, and compare spears?" Rolf continues.''

Idolaf just sits there, stuck in an expression between shock, disgust, embarassment, and rage.