Lloyd, the poor boyfriend, decided he needed a drink. He needed to wash away the memory of the "hand between the legs" hallucination he just had.
'I am tired,' Lloyd thought, lifting his wooden mug. 'My eyes are tired. I am seeing things. I just need some ale to calm my nerves.'
He tilted the mug back. Glug. Glug. The cold, bitter beer flowed into his mouth.
And just as the liquid filled his cheeks... Alex made his second move.
Juliana laughed so hard she threw her arms up in the air. This movement caused her tight leather chest armor—which was actually more like a crop top because fantasy armor is impractical—to ride up slightly. It exposed a sliver of her pale, soft underboob!
Alex didn't hesitate. He was a predator!
ZOOM!
His hand moved faster than the speed of light! It left her waist. It shot up like a rocket!
It slid right under the hem of her T-shirt and under the hard leather of her breastplate!
SQUISH.
