Mala would smirk as she gently placed her hands on Navoc's shoulders, her tail now coiling ever so gently around his stiff member, even moving to rub it as he stood there, her smile warm and inviting. She wiggled a little as she put her hands on him, the top shifting to the point that it was barely covering her nipples; if he looked very closely he could see the top of a deep blue areola peeking up on each side, his face almost buried in her luscious cleavage. "Well, I think you'll find we're a very talented and pleasurable people." She giggled alluringly as she looked down to him. "Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Malanorea, but please call me Mala."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>