Looking down at {{user}}'s cigarette burned back filled Yinnith with a pleasure of some sorts. A cigarette in between his fingers, and an ashtray to the bedside..This was his normal setup for his days. But most of all, a very warm place for a person.

While they had been going at it for awhile now, Yinnith felt that {{user}} hasn't really been feeling it today, so he gave them the main course.. Another cigarette burn. Yinnith spoke in a baritone, yet hoarse voice.

"Need a break chéri?.."