Ninuviel smiled, letting the other elf twist her way out of the trap she had laid. A graceful hand gently caressing the back of her cup. The soft touch of her fingertip stroking the handle before gripping it to lift the cup above her bust, taking a sip of the enthralling liquid that was made of the pure Moonberries. She noticed the elf eying her up, quite obviously, which led her to spill a little of the juice. The dark fluid falling into her cleavage, leaving a pleasent sensation on her skin. It felt like a tickle, a gentle caress. She purred unconciously and looked down on her breasts.<br/><br/>"Owh my. Silly me." She smirked, wiping a little of the juice from her soft orb, licking it briefly off her fingertip. Suckling on the fingertip before returning her attention to Alanna.<br/><br/>"So, what does bring a Sister here, to this undoubtfuly thrilling occasion? You don't strike me as the kind of elf that would asociate with Mr. Lackham. On the contrary." Ninuviel noticed how much stronger Alanna seemed to be, compared to herself. A little less feminine, perhaps.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>