Rhea'li isn't unaccustomed to roughing it out in the wilds, but certainly there is something to be said for the comforts of a bed. That was perhaps one of the better perks of being part of the Adventurer's Guild and then the Scions... a guaranteed place to rest with creature comforts.

And now he has room and board provided again, but no coworkers to share them with.

Beneath Rhea'li's hair are more tattoos, lines in symmetry, ending in points. Turning his head, he presses his mouth to the stocking of her exposed leg, running gentle kisses up the fabric, maintaining eye contact with her with his single good eye as he lets his fingers wander.

What does it feel like, to have a body of a ball jointed doll?

Carefully, he slides his fingers over the joint of her knee, gauging her reaction as he slips nails between the grooves.