Namarie's hand tenses slightly against the male's thigh as the other woman took up position opposite her. Briefly breaking eye contact with her chosen partner this evening, to take a moment to appraise the new challenger. She smiles, her hand softening against Adan's leg, moving back up to stroke the hardening member, making it seem as if not remotely perturbed about the other hand jostling for purchase. "Oh, well I am more than happy to share. After all, it's in the best of traditions of the Bobbing Head, is it not?" Her eyes never leaving the other woman, she gestures with her free hand around the tavern - the air rich in the sounds of other patrons fulfilling their lust. She did not take the time to look properly, but she had no doubt that somewhere in this den of sin and decadent depravity there were other sentients more than happy to share. Enjoying it, too, by the sounds of it.<br/><br/>Only then did she return her gaze to the male whom she was so clearly eager to fuck. Edging in her seat to be slightly closer to him, her smile widens into a grin and she winks again, smoothly bringing her gesturing palm back to the thick of things, with the aim of caressing the side of his cheek softly. Both hands mirror one another in their actions, although whilst one is caring, almost loving - the other slick with lust as she fervently tries to take hold of his cock, without actually doing so.<br/><br/>"Of course... I do like games."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>