Despite her affectionate mockery, Astrid finds it harder and harder to hold to her intent of simply spectating.  She'd never seriously consider putting herself so out there in this kind of setting without invitation--she's too afraid of the potential consequences--but as she has many times since she started traveling with Tamara, she wishes she had her friend's courage.  Watching her friends fuck is already spectacular, but seeing everyone's eyes on them, and imagining similar attention directed at her, is driving her nearly wild.<br/>Half-consciously, she presses herself closer to Viri again, practically dripping under her dress and shift.<span style="font-size: 10px">"Okay,"</span>she whispers.<span style="font-size: 10px">"I'll understand if you don't want to, but if you think you can get your tail up under my dress without anyone noticing and just touch me a <i>little</i> right now, I swear to every god in the heavens I'll make it up to you however you want when we get out of here."</span>