Ciridia laughed.

"The things I said earlier."

"You mean I could say 'if you want to carry this conversation on, it'll require a bit less clothing, a bit more freedom, and a lot more of a drunken attitude', and it's now a rule?" D'Artigo brightened up. He was starting to like the sound of this...

"Sure."

"Rules are flexible." She leaned against a tree.

"Well then I declare that that is a very solid rule, and it must be followed at once."

"I declare YOU have to strip me."

She grinned after saying so.

"I bend the rule saying that you have to be the one to start, and I might continue."

"Damn you."

Ciridia sighed and slipped of a sleeve.

Suddenly, she smirked and took off her boots.

"Done."

"Well miss, I don't know. That performance wasn't quite the one that makes a man want to continue the job. I suggest you try harder."

"I'm no pfostitute."

She crossed her arms.

"Oh don't worry, I know that. I can smell prostitution. But I'm not saying be a prostitute. I'm saying to follow the rule and act with a bit more of a drunken personality."

"I don't get drunk, but I'll try."

Ater a few minutes, Ciridia was barely dressed and giggling, holding onto Rand so she didn't fall over.

D'Artigo smiled underneath his mask. "Now you're following the rules Lyca, so I guess I will have to as well. So tell me, where do I start?"

"Don't care."

She was out of breath, but still managed to sound cocky.

"Then let me begins, though I may be a bit rough... Pardon me." And with that D'Artigo's well practiced hand slides down Erina's back, grabbing a piece of cloth. Finding the other side with his other hand, he began to gently pull, then merely ripped it apart so that it would come off.

'Definatley gonna need new clothes now.' She thought.

"You know, it's not fair you still have clothes."