Eliana laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with a coy, knowing expression that promised only mischief in response to his inquiry. She sigh of disappointment at the lost contact was audible, but her smile returned a moment before accepting the proffered honey-coated fingers against her lips.
Beneath the taste of her own juices, a somewhat sweet, musky flavor that she was accustomed to, she could taste the half-elf -- a strong flavor that was, no doubt, partially influenced by the wine he had spilled to create the cocktails from earlier.
She allowed him to pull her to his feet, pressing herself, momentarily, into his body before she stepped away from him. "I don't think you'll be disappointed," she uttered, her smirk evident even in her tone. Her hips swayed alluringly as she crossed the room, made even more attractive as her dress slid from her shoulders and onto the floor in her wake.
Sylus had a perfect view of her profile as she turned to open the top drawer of her dresser. Her body, revealed fully now, was slender and as soft as any woman's. Expecting more of his ministrations, her breasts were flushed slightly and nipples held in pointed peaks.
From the drawer, she withdrew a simple black bag, and she returned to hold it out to him obediently, looking as confident in her nudity as she had in her appearance in the bar only half an hour ago.
"Here you are, my dear man. All of my favorite things."
OOC: I'm sure she has quite a variety of items in her collection, so feel free to make things up! :)