Syrisa smiled, giggling softly as Emma's response to the idea of wearing a dress. She could see the thought rolling through Emma's mind and she seemed decidedly uncomfortable with it. She let her mind wander, imagining Emma all done up and in a flowing gown. The mental picture was breathtaking and she looked up at the warrior.<span style="color: indigo">"I could conjure a dress, something to flatter that amazing figure of yours. And I would be more than willing to help with your makeup, not that you need much. You are so beautiful as it is."</span>She said, biting her lip. Why was it that the mere thought of Emma was enough to make her burn with need?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>