[ Monsieur, these kinky shenanigans aren't enough to make Navia Caspar swoon--she's French Fontainian.

His sweeping gaze makes her blush, though, as an unexpected heat flutters in her belly. Navia tips her chin up, projecting a confidence she isn't sure she feels, and smiles a little coquettish grin at him. ]

Of course I have standards. I'm not going to sleep with just anyone. It would have to be someone handsome, of course, and strong enough to lift me with ease.

[ Sylvain meets those criteria easily enough, so Navia forges on ahead. She doesn't know anything about him beyond that he seems interested, so she might as well plainly state what she wants. ]

I'd like a lover who has enough experience to know what he's doing, but he wouldn't be arrogant about it. He would need to be as invested in my pleasure as his own, and I would like him to treat me sweetly and hold me for a few moments afterwards, at least.

What do you think of those standards, monsieur? Do you suppose there is anyone here who could hope to meet them?