The light contact made the elven savage tense but she managed to exercise some control this time and now be too obvious. It seemed that Nisha herself was not immune to her own game though and Tyl'ra hid her smile behind her cup as she took a small sip after a slight nod acknowledging Nisha's thanks. It was nice to see that it was possible to fluster the outlander but that let her to the question of where was it all leading? It had been alluded to but was Nisha's plan to bed her? Tyl'ra knew deep down she hoped for it. She did not know what to do with the outlander though. She enjoyed her company and worried that the tiefling's customs would differ wildly from her own as to what was acceptable as far as amorous pursuit.<br/><br/>When the pretty little creature on the bed finally settled on the bed Tyl'ra smiled down at her. She looked even more alluring when she was a little off balance. The elf wondered if Nisha felt the same towards her all of the times that she had been the one who had been unbalanced. From her height it was impossible to ignore the deep, inviting cleavage that was displayed to her. It was a moment of panic for the elf, was Nisha displaying herself as an invitation or was she simply hot or was she being flirtatious? The thought stalled at least for the moment when the shift of a shapely hip brought The waistband of Nisha's undergarment into view. It looked perfect, delicate cloth on a delicate woman. Tyl'ra hurriedly took another sip as she divided her attention between the tiefling's kind words and the enticing view.<br/><br/>"It was nothing, really. You make too much of it. Initially my motives were not so pure but as a rule if you are not an enemy my kind will offer aid. Numbers are strength. It was not apparent at first, but there is much strength in you Ni-sha." A soft smile curved her lips at she raised her own cup "to your foolish bravery. It saved my life." She took a sip and smiled. It was an oddly large matter that Nisha seemed to like the wine. The smile grew at the sincere thanks from the outlander. "Nisha, you owe me nothing. It was a life for a life" was this Nisha's way of offering herself? Tyl'ra had to test that theory. "But I sense thi is not a notion you are easily going to give up on so... Umm... What do you have on mind?"<br/><br/>At the beckoning, the elf obliged and moved to sit, feeling the gentle touch of the woman's tail. Again the sight of the dainty undergarments drew her gaze and as close as she was the flowery scent of Nisha's skin assaulted her senses, causing a tingling sensation that was hard to ignore. It was a trial in itself but the sensation was push to the back of her mind and she shifted to face the other woman. She covered a wince caused when her wound tugged as she shifted and regarded the Tiefling intently. She was insure what to expect so she simply waited, taking another sip of her wine and trying to pretend she did not enjoy the woman's closeness as much as much as she did.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>