Dathwed arched her back, leaning forward slightly as Mal washed her back. If an elf could purr, that's what she would have been doing, eyes narrowed, the tip of her tongue poking out from between her lips. Every time the wash clothe approached her bottom her hips wiggled and she fidgeted, until finally she was on all fours, making little pleased sounds.<br/><br/>"It's been... quiet a while since I've bathed with another woman." she murmured in a sensual voice, as of yet unaware of Mals' "little surprise".<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>