Inside an office room, two people facing each other, a female dark elf and her master, Liriel and Nikos, quite close.
Liriel head looking downward, to only sees the floor and the leg of her master, while she's occasionally glimpse little bit upward reaching his waist.
Seeing his arm with the sleeves rolled up. That's a fair hand. Since, for a man Nikos is sure have a soft tender arm, that's not like any other man that have rougher shape.
Thinking on the distance between them two, Liriel breath jagged. Sound of fabric began to fall, the surrounding air is cold, yet her body is warm.
What is sir Nikos going to do with me? One by one flash thoughts approaching the mind.
While still with thoughts that are raging in uncertainty, suddenly Nikos pick her chin up.
"Hey, look at me."
Nikos soft voice could be heard In Liriel ear, while her eyes is close. Tremble to look at her master directly, this close.
"What do you think of this, Liriel?"
