The quiet fireworks to bring a fall time to her lush summer fern forest was flawless. Most of the things she did were not grand spectacles, they were made to be pleasant. Aerodynamic magic. He knew what was happening already, like a dream bewilders you without a hitch, but he didn't quite know what to do with all this. He desired to have a word or more with Greta, and so Iris was providing, and the better her disguise became, the more he wanted to see. The two inclinations were barreling toward the same result. Really, he wasn't giving the nymph that was made out of his wants any other choice.<br/><br/>"Well, shouldn't you be reprimanded in some way, then?" he asked her after her meager verbal offering to a very real slight. If she was holding this fault up, then he was not going to be lenient. It was unclear to him as well, who he should be mean to, the woman who they'd left behind, or this biological music box of faces with him now. It wasn't a confusion that made him falter in his actions. Kedrick stroked the remade hair and was sure the feel was exactly what he'd experience if he took the same liberty with the company's girl.<br/><br/>When they went under a raised walk, he was sure the shadow made her more into Greta. He stroked her neck again, and let the hand fall until her could finally measure a tit with his palm. It was wrong to do this to the woman who'd lead him through most of this process, but it was wrong not to do it to Iris. He squeezed a little harder. What kind of sound would she make? Would it be Great's or her own? Did it matter to him, now?<br/><br/>He leaned back, there was shadow on his side when there was sunlight on hers. "Greta." he started, feasting on possibilities. "Let's see you slap yourself." his pulse went faster through his chest, and moved their blood in painful, sudden hurry. It settled with anticipation, but inspiration had infused it with glee already. He drug upper teeth over lower lip. It was not out of place to be assertive now. "And please yourself at the same time." he felt wicked, it made a knot in his stomach, fear for his soul, but that regret at unholy decadence wasn't enough lead him back from this.<br/><br/>He pulled the jacket from her, and expected a grand view of the opposite things. He was most curious how the different treatments would reflect on Greta's face. He wanted to see the well-composed woman in uproar. What kind of parts would Iris invent for Greta? Did the nymph intrinsically know secret, hidden details of the physical person?