I Think He Likes It

"So, what do you think?" She said as she spun around. To say she was amazing, that was actually an understatement. She was the most amazingest/beautifulest girl I had ever seen, the pictures, although great, hardly did her justice. She was a rouge like she had told me before, and she looked almost exactly like her real self. She was an elf, so she had pointy ears. She was her natural height of 5'2" plus 2 inches thanks to her dark brown boots. She was dressed in a nice dark brown hooded robe, and what appeared to be a pair of similar colored pants. She had some silver jewelry on her hands and ears, and a small dirk in its sheath on her belt. Even though the robe was meant to conceal her body, it did a poor job as you could defiantly tell she was a very generously endowed female under there. "I guess by the silence and the look on your face, you likes?" She replied to her own question. "So, I see you are not in a class yet, so what are you thinking of becoming?" "Well," I started to say, "I guess that all depends on what you were planning on us doing first?" I could tell by the look in her eyes, her mind was on overdrive trying to think of what to do first.