The priestess looked critically at her War Mistress. It was no secret the... appetite of the younger woman. Delaena herself had experienced her tastes first-hand. One hand lifted to the crossed ties that closed the front of her white robe. It didn't leave much to the imagination, but that was their way. Hells, if Delaena had her way she'd do her pratising in the nude. Unfortunately, that was too much for most of the other of her order, and there was no sense in bringing discomfort. She loosened the front, letting it fall open.<br/><br/>"If I may, War Mistress," she said softly, "There isn't much different from your last visit." she leaned up against the trunk of the large tree behind her, the silky material of the robe slipping off her shoulders. Most days she would lead the woman into the temple, but after spending days consecrating it, Delaena wasn't too eager to clean sex out of it. Sex was sticky, it didn't like to leave. Instead, she pressed her back up against the tree,  keeping her eyes locked on Sarah's.