Huh? Gwyn was staring at the Elf. She must have started daydreaming again. Blushing so hard that it made her jade skin look like tree leaves, "Umm.. yello". Gwyn stammered the sound like rocks breaking while avoiding eye contact shyly. Not wanting to loom over the beautiful expensively clothed elf who was making her tongue tied, Gwyn sat heavily on the low chair behind the desk. "I'm Gwr'ythn, I'm a vlacksmif n tese r my vaRres... umm...we just opened so vory iff I'm...t rReadie vet."

"Oh that's quite alright dear". The Elf spoke with a musical cadence. Each word carried weight to them, Gwyn felt each word stop all her thoughts, when the elf said dear, Gwyn felt like the prey animal.

She shivered.

"I'm in the market for something and I think you might be able to help me". Gwyn followed her gaze to the four obsidian daggers behind her reflecting the two of them. The elf lady smiled in the reflection had split her face in half and showed all of her sharp sharp teeth.

Cruelness is attractive. When women in black are cruel to me I feel weak.

Hot, Gwyn felt hot, horny, needy, and flustered looking at that smile. She couldn't beleive someone so beautiful was talking to her.

Gwyn brain was fighting the urge to melt into the feelings she suddenly felt it took all her willpower to speak as slowly as possible so as not to stammer: "Well umm... My Lady" remember, you address nobility with possesively as belonging to me words, why is that? Brain still fizzling.

"My... My Lady the daggers can be sold indi.. indiv...id...ually or as a se. I forged hem myself rom rRock aken from Miswell mounain". By the end of the sentence she was spraying spit on the counter being so tongue tied, but happy it was mostly legible compare to the sentence before. Slow down stupid.

An awkward silence stretched on, the birds, river and creaking of the waterwheel could be heard outside.

Gwyn started panicking, the silent breaks couldn't cool down the feelings: flustered, needy, hot, horny and ashamed increased tenfold. 

Umm.. umm.. um.. My La..dy..

"Vatss appeninggggg"

Gwyn didn't realize that her left hand was already pawing her breasts and her right had snaked into her waistband. She was furiously teasing herself as the feelings of confusion, shame, degradation and self hatred multiplied. I'm no good with people, especially pretty rich people. She hates me, She's going to leaveeeeeeee. 

Gwyns brain got stuck on her leaving and like a woodpecker kept repeating it over and over. She didn't want her to leave.

"Look into my eyes." The Elf woman stated. The words with perfect clarity pierced right through all her thoughts, replacing them all with each word. Thd echo took time for Gwyn to understand, its like she was speaking a different language now, she finally grasped the meaning and Gwyn peeled her eyes from the Lady's blood coloured painted smile and gazed into Her eyes.

Her green glowing eyes.