Brushing the silk on Anna’s calf with the thick fabric of her boot, it was almost as if Chandra herself was receiving the sensitive touch, heat radiating up her leg and sparkling onto her inner thigh that under her folded-up skirt and the bottom of her coat was the only bit of her skin not in direct contact with cloth. There was something different about the tension she felt towards this girl and couldn’t quite place it; did Anna channel some sort of an emotional aura or—<br/><br/>“We’re not—” Chandra began and while she looked Urd in the eye, tried her best not to quiver as a wave of pleasant chills spiked up her body; to the women in front of her, she might have shown a subtle twitch in her smile, but under her clothes, thankfully unseen, she experienced the quickest arousal of her life. Had she known the cause to originate from outside the porthole over the end of the table, a presence of alien magic inciting the dormant alteration spells in her subconsciousness, she might not have enjoyed the thrill so much.<br/><br/>There was only a brief pause in her words before Chandra gathered her resolve and went on, “We’re not… sure… if…” her boot took a sudden swing higher up than before,<i>“Honey,”</i>Chandra suddenly snapped and looked Anna in the eye, took the girl’s hand on the table in both of her own, and squished the tip of her boot between the girl’s thighs under the robe, “Do you want to tell her or should I?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>