Jhe's lustful brown eyes become half-lidded as she practically begins to slowly grind her supple form againste elf's, once Liy sheds her armored chestpiece, an approving rumble sounding from the back of her throat while she leans in toward Liy's neck- taking a long, slow breath in, grinning at the combined scents of the rose perfume mingling with the heavy fog of lust.<br/>"I prefer to be the one treating my partners like the streetwalkers they are," she murmurs, before bringing her head back to stand straight, both arms still hugging the elf close.  As one paw drapes more properly around Liy's waist, the other moves up along the elf's hinted cleavage, teasing a touch of her own fur over her exposed skin- before pointedly tugging at the vest in an attempt to begin freeing the elf's bosom.<br/>"Ever sampled a worgen?  -Fuck-, their fur... the feeling of their feral, animal tongue... just covering<i>every</i>little corner of your quivering little cunny..."  Jhe's lower paw begins to attempt tucking itself between the elf's thighs, not yet lowering down any part of armor or clothing there.  "Seems our friend there knows what I mean, doesn't she..."  The pandaren once more shows a toothy grin.  "Something about laying a bitch in heat, too..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>