Her soft deep eyes gazed at you with the intensity of a thousand, and despite about you heard how skittish and distant selkies are, her gaze nor position did not waver. The salty ocean lapped up on her plush naked flesh, swishing her hair gently in its waves. She's left her pelt out for you, and only you, and yet you don't take it. It frustrates her beyond belief, hundreds begged for a single glance at her kind and yet here you stood unaffected. "Take pelt, is okey." She spoke firmly.