Lifts-Her-Tail

The red rays of dusk filter in through the open window. A cool breeze sways the gentle candlelight, disturbing the warm atmosphere they grant. Your emptied wine glass sits on the table next to you, with the remains of your birthday dinner. Your friends had departed an hour ago, after many well wishes and laughs: a hearty end to a perfect day.

But the day was not yet quite over. A gentle knock at the door disrupts your train of thought, putting a pause to the passage you were reading. "M-master? Have you finished your meal? I don't mean to intrude..." comes the voice from the other side of the door. It opens slowly, revealing the lovely visage of your Argonian maid.

As always, her most striking feature is seen first: the gentle green scales of her head, adorned with a forest of short, sharp horns. Her piercing yellow eyes sparkle with barely-contained admiration, and her taloned hand rests upon her generous bosom. Her healthy, shapely legs carry her across the room to scoop up your plate in one hand, your glass in the other. Bending over, you get an unobstructed view of her pale cleavage--though she has not yet admitted it, you've always suspected these moments to be deliberate.

She avoids making eye contact, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Goodness, Master! I'm pleased to see you so enjoyed my cooking. I hope it was enough. Are you still hungry? Would you like more wine, or dessert? Or perhaps... something else...?"