Though clearly there was a tension in the air, one that had little to do with the arcane ( and sexual) energy  Merelyth was all but wreathed in, the blue eyed headmistress payed it little mind. Any punishment she could dole out for the grit of Rai's jaw she could simply handle later when the girl was in her hands... alone. The thought made the wicked woman's lips curl up into a positively evil grin-- a shark in open water would have seemed much more a friend at this point. That same predatory grin only grew as the nervous maid  began to do away with her undergarments and bare the rest of her luscious body with the expected modesty of a woman of her expected self-esteem. The perceived shyness made the blonde haired woman standing tall above the undressing half-elf sneer derisively as she watched.  “Consider it practice, if you will. Except instead of me imagine a room full of en who haven't seen a woman or felt her touch in some months.” That grin came back again once more, this time in full force as Railyn shrugged the straps of her bra away and began to lean forward to discard the garment. The show definitely drew the headmistress' eyes downward, the cool grey orbs lingering, drinking in the sight of Rai's freckle smattered, full breasts with  an enthusiasm that surprised even the woman herself. Again the question rose to mind- had women always made her so excited? The thoughts of her husband? Well, those were long buried for now.  In all reality he was likely entertaining a maid of his own if Merelyth had a guess of her own.<br/><br/>Once Rai had stood and was bared completely to her the ranking magus did not pause. With a cool, collected and decidedly elven grace she stepped forward and reached out. Her palm cradled one of the maid's breast, the soft and smooth flesh of her hands a testament to the ease of her life. Fingers kneaded curiously for a moment and above all hesitation could be felt. There was a nervous energy to the touch. Digits shook as they explored before the woman casually pulled her hand away when the pounding of her heart began to hammer relentlessly against the cage of her ribs. Blood pooled in the haughty woman's cheeks and ears as she turned her chin down and inspected the rest of her prey's beautiful form until her cold eyes fell between the maid's legs. Her head canted at a peculiar angle and with a little 'hrm' her hand fell downward between the girl's shapely thighs and with abandon she pushed them apart. “Just how much of your mutt heritage do you show, hrm? A real elven maiden wouldn't have a hair upon her mound.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>