Rhaya's dream didn't stay dark and mysterious for long. Well... almost. It was still hard for her to make out anything, but she felt something soft beneath her. It was like she was laying on a silky bed, fluffy pillows supporting her back and legs. She felt fingers caressing her hair, threading through her light brown locks with gentle care. She breathed out a soft hum of approval for the action, though she still couldn't see who was touching her. She knew she was naked, and the massaging sensation trailed along her arms and legs, working the tension from her limbs as if it was nothing more than a trifling thing. It was heavenly, though she was sure she didn’t have to be stripped of her clothing for it.<br/><br/>Still, it was only a dream, so perhaps it didn’t matter. She could enjoy being treated after a long day of walking and sailing. She wiggled deeper into the pillowy folds underneath her, ready to relax with a hint of a smile on her face.<br/><br/>However, the ghostly hands upon her skin began to drift lower and lower until she felt the coolness touch the insides of her thighs. Rhaya had never been touched intimately by anyone, so this new development had her tensing away from the feeling. She wasn’t married to a man, and Soulithya’s teachings dictated abstinence until she was joined in marriage. As dutiful as she was, Rhaya didn’t seem to want to let her dream self enjoy any sensual engagements. Her hands reached up, covering her small breasts and hiding them from view, and her legs started to cross over one another to halt the progress of the coolness passing over her skin.<br/><br/>“Ah... n-no... n-not th-there...,” she whispered in both her dream and on the outside. Her real hands mimicked the movements in her dream, keeping her chest hidden from any wandering eyes. Her legs had tended up in Velicia’s hands, as if she was preparing to close them and keep her most intimate areas off limits.<br/><br/>But something both warm and cool pressed up against her dampened lower lips, breaching her most private area and brushing against her clitoris. She gasped, toes curling as she twitched in response to the pleasure. It was wrong, but it felt so good! The sensation continued to lap at her sensitive bud, and soft moans escaped through her parted lips. Her hips pushed up toward the thing pleasuring her, and her legs shifted open a little wider even as Velicia gripped her thighs. She began to suck on her lower lip, stifling her whimpering moans, as if she wanted more and could not voice her desires.