<i>Why am I doing this?</i>The tip of Chandra’s boot slowly rubbed the woman’s soft mound, pressing harder, swaying from side to side, pressuring each thigh in turn.<i>Why does she let me do this?</i>The burning that the dancer felt in her groin had also spread to her chest, slowly flowing towards the very tips of her hardening nipples, tingling, and it was far too late when she finally recognized the signs of her own alteration magic, spinning out of control. The harder she focused on the softness between Anna’s legs, the stronger her own arousal grew; the over-sensitive skin of her naughty bits pressing tightly to the silk of her underwear.<br/><br/>The sudden rush of embarrassment that came along with an abrupt climax turned Chandra’s mind into empathy mode, and she burst into a nervous giggle.<br/><br/>“I only tease her,” Chandra said, in an attempt to shift focus back on Anna, and with as much self-confidence as she could muster, looked back at Urd, “We only just met.”<br/><br/>Another string of jerky slipped into Chandra’s mouth for a quick excuse to stop talking; an excellent moment to finish her drink and cork the second bottle.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>