Sinric grins in playful teasing and opens the sash. The cloth falls like a soft cloud around his feet, revealing a toned dancer's body, smooth pale skin. His manhood is tiny, the skin behind it folded with scar tissue and soft blond curls.

He gives a slow turn, showing himself off. His back is less smooth, ridged with faded whip scars across his lower back and a Japanese character cut deep into one shoulder. But it doesn't seem to bother him as he turns back around, still smiling.

He raises an eyebrow and nods towards Graverobber. "Your turn."