[purist]

#1. The lift to Kelethin is on the fritz. We're late to meet up for a raid, and the guild leader is furious. Our /petitions ago unanswered. You're visibly upset, so I try to calm you down the only way I know how. Other than an awkward moment where I cough up some hair I accidentally inhaled off your feet as I disrobed you, it's a raw kind of love-making never before seen in Norrath. Suddenly, Uthgaard sends us a tell saying the lifts are back on, and we're jolted back to our senses. We dress without a word and you disappear into the city. I watch the back of your Halfling head during the entire raid until it's all over. "Thank you," I say to you later in a /tell, but you don't respond.

Stay tuned for #2.