The young couple marvelled at the grand carriage that stood before them. It was a deep brown with smooth gold decor that twisted and spun in elegant patterns across the sides and upon its beautifully crafted roof. Emerging from the gold was a statue of painted gold wood; a woman, naked from the chest down with only a thin wrapping of silk to cover her assets. Trysh’alia clutched onto Aro softly, acting on instinct to envelop his firm arm within her 36L cleavage from her semi-transparent white tunic that could barely contain her Elven curves. She pouted her soft, full lips, and cocked one of her black eyebrows.
“Our transportation is rather… Grand, for such a simple job, no?”
Aro snorted, tugging her forward tenderly toward the steps of the carriage. Clearly, the bleach blonde haired Elf was not in the know of Baroness Tibblers extravagancies. Upon the driver’s seat sat a boy no younger than eighteen, clutching the reins of four bulky black horses which softly minded their own businesses, waiting for their journey to start. The boy turned his head to gaze upon Trysh, curling his grin higher and higher the more of her he regarded. The Elf noticed his erotic look, and teased with a small smile and a wink. It was an act that made the boy blush as red as a tomato, and curl one leg over his knee to hide the growing bulge.