The door, that only consisted out of nothing more then a thin pink shimmering piece of silken cloth separated the rooms into one larger big main dome, and one little secluded area Fulana loved so much. She sat down onto her stool and threw her bags of herbs with a silent violence onto the countertop table, cursing herself for her odd behaviour. She still felt warm, hot within the depths of her loins, and the voice of her friend, that sweet soft voice full of love was faintly hearable behind the walls as she talked softly against the saber.<br/><br/>She couldn't believe she had let her mind wander of so quickly into those thoughts she always desperately tried to avoid during the days... Spreading her legs silently, her curiousity won from her sanity to inspect the damage that had already been done. She should really start to wear underwear underneath her robes.. it's going to be a habit that will soon backfire upon her worsening behaviour.. Lifting up her robes she could see the soft dark curls that were shaped in a almost perfect triangle just a few inches abover her dripping wet sex, the cold breeze that always seemed to draft within her house made the little hairs move gently and only increased her arousal..<br/><br/>She had done it before, just hid herself in her own little space, knowing her friend wouldn't bother her, and let her mind go free.. Often she just listened to the soft breathing of Sylvia when she had fallen asleep on the couch, and would slowly move her fingers between her lips to fantasize about what she could do with her, things that she wasn't even allowed to think off...<br/><br/>And at this very moment, the temptation of releasing her buildup desire was very close, she could hear the soft soothing noises the huntress made to make the saber feel more comfortable, and she couldn't help but let her fingers softly wander off between her legs, parting her wet soft lips to gently ease a single finger over her already pulsating clit. It felt so wrong, thinking about the perfect body of Sylvia, her soft sweet voice, and those smooth supple thighs.. Thinking of all the wrongs that could feel so right, as she sat there with her eyes closed and her knees pressed agains her desk, hanging in mid-air to keep her legs parted. It felt so good, and she moaned softly of the fantasies that clouded her mind..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>