Kirche answers the door in something dark blue and very revealing.

"Hm, punctual," she says with a smile. "Do come in."

He goes in and looks around.

(The outfit isn't failing to get a reaction, so to speak, though he seems to be ignoring it.)

Her room is lowly lit by moonlight shining off silvery curtains, and a couple of candles in the corner. Her furniture is of a different make than Scyelen's, and her bed is even bigger.

She goes over to a chest that sits opposite the bed, and pulls out a red leather case, roughly book-shaped, with a locked latch and a key glued to the top. She takes it over and sits down on the bed with it on her lap.

"The Summoned Book," she says. "It's been in my family for thirty years. The stories say it contains arcane secrets for stirring men's desires, but," she smirks, "I've never felt the need to break the seal and read it myself."

"You'd hardly need to."

"I know right?" she says, jiggling her chest with affected arrogance. But she does actually appreciate the compliment.

"So that's what I want. And what do I have that you want?"

Kirche sets the Book aside and stands, moving over to him.

"That's what I'd very much like to find out," she says, running a finger down his chest. "What makes a man like you... burn..."

He gasps at the touch and goes still. "That's... a start..." he says after a moment.

"Oh he's shy!" Giggle. "If it was that easy I would've had you weeks ago."

"'s complicated - I probably won't do this twice - doesn't mean you're not... lovely..."

Kirche pouts. "Mou, so all you're really here for is that little old Book?"

"Well then. I'll just have to convince you to come back for seconds."

She moves in to kiss him and starts taking off his clothes.

He kisses back, and cooperates at first, though he balks a little when she tries to take his shirt and vest off rather than just unbuttoning them.

When he balks at taking his shirt off, Kirche takes the opportunity to go for his pants instead. He can't defend both at once!

She may have a little bit of a struggle, with the pants, but he doesn't resist.

He gasps again, kissing a little deeper, and there's an unexpected smoothness of metal against her fingertips when she gets him free.

Kirche breaks the kiss to investigate what's going on with that.

There's a short metal bar in a piercing at the base of his cock, half-hidden in its current state.

"'s sensitive," he adds when he sees what she's looking at.

"Ooh, how daring."

She's breathing heavier, as she takes him in her hand.

"You are just full of surprises..."

She uses her free hand to slip her panties off, then backs up, bringing Raafi with her to the bed.

He goes willingly enough, letting his hands roam, now. When they get to the bed, he stops short of climbing on, and instead crouches between her knees - "get you started?"

Kirche lets out a mildly scandalized laugh. "So unpredictable. I love it."

She spreads her legs with a daring grin. It is immediately obvious that she doesn't need any help 'getting started' but she wants to see what he'll do anyway.

Is she actually not familiar with...? Well.

He's good with his mouth - very, very good.

Oh yes.

He certainly is.

She's been eaten out before, but, by girls. Never by a man. And it's been a while.

Usually, Kirche is accustomed to being the aggressor, but if Raafi is persistent enough he can distract her from her attempts to pull him up onto the bed and reciprocate, and keep her on her back until she's spent.

He can be very persistent, and very distracting.

When she's finally done, he climbs up beside her, arranging himself carefully to avoid reminding her of forgotten intentions as he snuggles up. "Good?"

"N-No fair," she pants, her hand flopping toward his groin with little in the way of grace. "I was, supposed to. Mmm. No fair..."

He doesn't scoot out of the way; he does kiss her cheek. "It's all right, sweetheart. I enjoyed myself."

She manages to curl up against him a little and give him a few strokes. "I'll... I'll not be defeated, so, easy, mark my, words..."

She paws at him, cutely insistent, but without any real intent behind it. She's not actually so out of if that she couldn't, she just feels too sated to really put any effort into getting her way right now.