Cortia hardly noticed Curiosity leaving, not because of caring, but due to Desira's working. Right now all the Clerics focus was on the Bard and would take a major interruption to sway it. Though it wouldn't be fare to say Desira had Cortia controlled, just suggestion, one very appealing right now.<br/><br/>Cortia's clothes came off with ease, the Cleirc help kick off her pants and panties, her thin shirt and bra following quickly. The only item that remained on Cortia was her holy symbol, resting just above her breasts, that she avoided attempts to remove. Cortia was no dancer, but Corta's hips began to follow the rhythm, matching Desira's. The priestess' eyes fluttered closed as Desira kissed her, Cortia pressing into the kiss, a hunger for more filling her.<br/><br/>As Desira turned Cortia around, she was more than willing, helping with the spin. Her cheeks may be still be a deep pink from the embarrassment, but she was too into it to stop now. She let the group see her exposed flawless body, either she had good genes, or the Lord of Light favored his followers with such gifts. Cortia's head tilted back in a low moan, arching her breasts forward as Desira began to caress them, her nipples poking out sharply as her arousal quickly grew. She followed with a gasp as she felt the cold flute against her sex, resisting the urge to flinch and close her legs up again, that'd spoil the fun.<br/><br/>Meanwhile her own arms reached back for Desira, hands reaching out for her. Her hands began to dance across Desira's body, tracing against her breasts, her side, her hips. It was clear Cortia was inexperienced in pleasuring another, especially one calling the shots behind her, but she did her best to return some of the pleasure she felt.