Not silver, it wouldn't take a mark, even from my Runed dagger. Not the same material as my gray metal Titanium gloves, somehow it felt more silken. T...e tiny links holding it all together looked like a piece of Lady's jewelry, but it was far too large for a woman's hand.Trust in the Gods, I thought, and slipped off my right Titanium glove. It went on easily over my hand and when in place was almost unnoticeable. I put my glove back on, hiding it. Just in time, as the first of my party. Their was a red velvet rug on the floor, the bed was white silk, the dresser was oak... I have never seen a room so elegant. Their was a mirror on the wall, and a chest near the foot on the bed filled with clothing. Their was red and blue robes, white fancy looking clothes for important occasions, regular clothing but with my father's symbol on the right shoulder side, and a purple tunic. Was really caught my attention was a green tunic with gold and silver patterns everywhere on it. There. She felt Mr. Hardy's warm, thick fingers brush against her thigh. A rush of goose bumps ran up the length of her leg until it reached the peak of her womanhood -- her clit. She blushed, slightly as she felt a renewed excitement touch her inner self. She hadn't expected that, not from this man. She loathed the thought that his lightest touch could affect her body this way -- and her mind. But, it did.There was a giggling rising up around her. She wished she knew what was going on, but she could. Okay, that’s better. Now where’s that soap? Ahh ... there it is. She quietly started to lather her body, wondering what her father so badly wanted to ask the night before.“Oooh ... no, I don’t have the time right now” she exclaimed as her soapy hands made their way down her breasts. “Besides, I’ll have more than enough orgasms today.” Sweetheart, are you awake?Yeah. Even if I wanted to sleep late, I couldn’t.Any particular reason?Mostly things I’m not comfortable discussing right now. Dad’s.