Ana openly shivers in delight,  not botherig to hide the fact that she was incredibly aroused and that the drug was only heightening her arousal. Her cheeks flushed and her chest heaved but she kept herself in her pose,  grinning and shivering in need and want the whole while.<br/><br/>The trader was glad she pulled back as well, a few more seconds in that position and she'd have fucked the girl wildly. Right now of course,  wasn't the time. This was glorious build up,  a sweeping wave of emotion and desire that did more for her than simple sexual release,  for now,  she fully intended on having _the woman eventually. The Trader listened to the rambling pose of her companion,  one hand idly fingering the tile of the bath,  fingers sliding along the cold tile and filling the void of sensation,  her other hand playing teasingly along her neck line,  her mouth slightly agape.<br/><br/>" You're an artist's soul...I am am artistic soul.." she shivers,  her sultry voice affected by her chattering teeth,  dramatically running her hands over her body and lewdly stretching in front of Cyrine. " I only want to nuture your creativity,  to be a spark,  powerful,  sexy,  wanted. In turn I ask that you nuture me back,  show me our creations,  feed me with your creativity.  " her hands went up over the swell of her breasts and she groped them,  kneading the flesh for a moment before running up to her neck.<br/><br/>Her mind wasn't there completely and it showed,  she was lost in sensation and her body shook from overload. The spark of the game had fiddled and she,  herself was having trouble thinking straight. " But Slaanesh is so much more giving than that corpse on the throne. No, she never censors what you present to her,  she only asks for more and more,  for perfection ~" her breath was light and airy now,  the toes on her exposed foot curling.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>