Syrisa felt Emma slip in the tub and let the woman press against her body while she continued to rinse her hair out. She smiled softly to herself, enjoying having the warrior squirming for her for a change.<span style="color: indigo"> "Emma, what's wrong? Is everything alright?" </span>She asked, her tone sounding perfectly sincere. The redhead was actually surprised that there had not yet been an accusation that what Emma was feeling was her doing. She finished rinsing out Emma's hair and simply planted a soft kiss on Emma's cheek before moving down to run the cloth teasingly over the blonde's flat stomach. The ghostly hands never stopped but their touch got even lighter as though the hands were pulling away. Syrisa wanted to hear more of Emma's beautiful moans.<br/><br/>Her breath was hot in Emma's ear and her words now carried the tone that Emma had grown familiar with on their travels. It was Syrisa's voice, cheerful and mischievous. She sounded like she was up to something.Try as she might Syrisa could not keep the tone from her voice any longer.<span style="color: indigo"> "If you like, I would greatly like you to tell me about yourself. I am very, very curious."</span>Still the ghostly touch tormented, never ceasing, not even for a second.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>