You start massaging both wing roots at once and she arches her back letting out a surprisingly sensual cry. You congratulate yourself on your good decision, in regards to both the motivation and orientation behind your action. You work the thick muscle all the way out to her joint; there you spend a bit of extra time feeling around it with your nimble fingers. Her breathing gets heavier and heavier and she tries to push her wings up into your grasp with each slow rub. Getting the gist of what she was trying to do, you reach out a bit farther and pull down lightly—as if you were folding them for her. They don’t bend very far under her muscle tension, but she definitely feels it.