Neverwinter Forest And you don’t need a visa

Height had never been much of an issue for Lenny, so it hadnt crossed her mind that he might've been shorter. But she was a tall girl - around thirty one inches, and thicker than Kyr to boot. Certainly not a small, dainty little girl. A laugh pulled from her lips and she butted her head against his shoulder. "Not that difficult when you're the only man in the pack. But I suppose you're not too bad."

A soft, mischievous gasp escaped her at his insinuation. "Good sir, such an accusation!" she announced in one of her accents - this one vaguely British, - bumping him with her flank before bouncing off a few feet, tail waving. An invitation to chase. "You'll have t'put me where you want me." A wink, then, and she lowered her upper half, tail still whipping back and forth. It was nice, having someone here that was just as willing to play as she was.