In her hiding spot beneath the desk, far away from the slumbering fox resting so quietly and unaware of her bedpartner, Mirri giggled to herself. She adored Parin, of course. The girl was amazing fun to tease, but sometimes she was so dull when it came to letting Mirri do things. But Parin wasn't around now to tell her off, was she? Or, maybe it wouldn't hurt if she was here? Mirri pondered this while listening to the chatter happening, hearing her magic bear it's hot and sweaty fruity. Her thin fingers parted her netherlips, forcing a soft moan out of the snake-tailed fairy's lips as she sank a finger inside her hot snatch. Pushing it in up until her knuckle while channeling her spell, Mirri imagined her vulpine being here as well. Bound, gagged and pinned by the fun Aviari woman while the human drove his shaft inside the Vulpari's tightest hole.<br/><br/>The mental image made Mirri bite on her lower lip. Oooooh yes, she<i>so</i>had to make that scene a reality. The fey's breath came quicker as she lost track of her surroundings, settling down on her coils while furiously jilling her honeypot. Her scales glistening with her arousal spread from her dainty little slit by her fingers rapid thrusting. In the fae's overactive imagination, the rest of the people Mirri had just met joined Parin, Darion, and Winnie in their imaginary bout of lovemaking. The masked thief made love to Darion's rear while the man thrust into Parin. Their masculine, sweaty frames rubbing against eachother while Winnie forced Parin to attend her bodyguard's privates with her tongue, all the while being serviced by the other woman with the giant Ogun keeping Parin steady. Oh, it was such a delightful fantasy, the sight of the imaginary orgy in her head driving Mirri to sink her fingers deep inside her snatch while her whole body quivered with the release. She bit hard on her lower lips to remain silent while the fey's climax rocked her small frame, making the fairy see shooting stars.<br/><br/>Head buzzing with please, Mirri slowly returns to her senses, realizing where she was and what she was doing before getting distracted. Licking her fluids off her fingers, Mirri's attention returning to her surroundings. Her little spell was working it's magic, by what they were saying. Peeking out from beneath the desk, she risked discovery to get a look at her poor victims. What Mirri saw produced a small squeek of glee from the fey as she watched Darion's erection strain against his pants. Oh myyyyy, he was bigger than Mirri had thought. Parin's tightest hole might be too tight for that beast, grrrrrowllll.<br/><br/>A new scent wafted through the air, one which was both familiar and enticing to Mirri, and made the fae giggle in drunken glee. Moving to look out the other end of the table to watch W'ineton, catching the woman with her hand beneath her skirt. Oh dear, caught reaching inside the cookie jar. Mirri giggled softly, watching the woman succumb to the faerie's magically induced lust and unable to stop herself from touching her. Mirri had been thinking of feeding off the warrior first, but the sight and smell was just too enticing for the faerie. Flying out from under the table. She flew up behind W'ineton to land on the woman's back.<br/><br/><i>''W-what... what is happening...''</i>The Aviari asked, to which Mirri provided an unexpected answer, making her presence known as she whispered in the woman's ear.<span style="color: green"> "Something good, something nice."</span><br/><br/>Twitching her wings, Mirri let out a soft hiss of approval as she began to climb down Winnie's feathers, having only eyes for the hem of the Aviaria's skirt. Crawling her way down W'ineton's stomach if not stopped.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>