Diane arched to that touch, her breathing coming in pants at the first glimmer of pleasure. "I don't know who Gersemi is," she moaned, "but by the gods, I thank her." She gripped the bedsheets, not sure of what she was supposed to do. Her body knew, pushing up to meet the slowly thrusting fingers. It was an invasion. She had never thought that anything would go down there, but she felt like this was right.<br/><br/>In the back of the pleasure, she took note of what Honore was doing. It would only be polite to show her teacher what she learned, after all. Assuming she didn't burn alive from the flames that Honore ignited in her.<br/><br/>"I feel," she moaned, writhing on the bed under the onslaught of new pleasure. She couldn't describe it more then that. She felt like she was going to fly apart in a wave of bliss.