She felt him step closer to her, his legs braced just outside of hers, his breath on her neck and shoulder. She could smell his musky, natural scent �...� fresh-cut grass, and leather, and rain. Her heart began to beat faster as she felt his strong hands begin to gently explore her body, starting at her shoulders, moving slowly downward, savoring the curves of her figure, caressing her waist, her hips – as his hands ran over her skirt she felt him grip a little tighter, tugging the fabric slightly. Pink. Lots and lots of pink. The walls of his room were now covered in apale pink wallpaper, with a soft carpet in a darker pink covering theformer wooden floors. Where his simple single bed was now a large fourposter bed with pink satin sheets. A vanity table with a heart-shapedmirror and more makeup than Link had ever seen in his life was where hisweapons formerly were, and the dresser where he kept his tunics had beenreplaced with a large pink wardrobe.Link's jaw flopped up and down in shock. His eyes travelled over her body and as they did, they filled with adoration. He walked across the room to her. ‘Anxious, aren’t we?’ he said. ‘Uh-huh,’ Helen replied. She put her arms over her head, stretched, and saw desire flare in his eyes. ‘But I’ve got to brush my teeth before we do anything.’ Aware Joe’s eyes were affixed to her, she turned and walked to the bathroom. She could feel her breasts bobbing softly as she went, and made sure she wiggled her ass. In the bathroom, she stood at. Stew, sitting in front of him chuckled.‘Haven’t you English men learned your lesson? Don’t bet against the Americans in poker!’ The 4 other players howled with laughter, the alcohol now more effective then ever. John was a big man, with large shoulders, muscular arms and stout legs, so when he tipped over the table throwing the cards in the air, no one dared say anything to him. Stew’s only remark was:‘Better luck next time me lad’ He mockedJohny burst open the bar door shouting back ‘Put’ it.