You'd been drinking with some friends when a short gnome chatted you up. He'd flirted and joked his way right into your pants, ending up in a room above the bar.

You were expecting just sex and then gone, but no.. he was sitting there with a flute, butt naked, smirking at you. It was kind of awkward, but it made you giggle.

"Don't laugh, a master needs his time to make you feel nice." He chuckled and patted your thigh, which elicited another laugh from you.

He started playing a soft tune, running his fingers along the holes of the flute, his fingers moving expertly. You watched quietly, your bare body half under the blankets as you adjusted yourself. He looked at you every so often, admiring your figure.

He continued to serenade you, sitting on the blankets, you could see.. everything.