The woman’s breath between her legs was the most erotic thing Vera had experienced that day. For starters, it alleviated the uncomfortable hotness on her wet skin like a breeze of wind on a sunny day, but more importantly, it gave away that by now the priestess must have seen everything under the hem. When a finger was placed on the most sensitive bit of Vera’s thigh, her lower body convulsed and she let out a moan of excitement. The further up the dwarf traced the tattoo—a spiraling helix shape of some sort—the harder her nethers throbbed in anticipation.<br/><br/>“Closer!” Vera moaned when the finger verged on her labia, “Further! I mean further! Ah—go back, you’ve missed it…”<br/><br/>The instructions weren’t making much sense anymore no matter where the finger moved. The longer the dwarf teased her, the harder it became for Vera to keep her hands idle, still clasped behind her neck, and eventually she couldn’t restrain herself from releasing them and cupping the front bottom of her own breasts, arching her back even further, and propping each still clothed bulge in the wide curve between the thumb and the index finger. The fingers with their dark, wine-red polish were fully straightened—bent slightly upwards above the shirt and the bare underboobs—and Vera tried really hard not to squish the thick, erect nipples between them.<br/><br/>—<br/><br/>While the dwarf had been standing, the human’s bust had been roughly at her eye level, and now that Hilda was crouched by Vera’s legs, the backside of the pregnant woman obstructed vision to the dwarf from the bar entrance. There were, however, no tables between the two women and the bar counter on which the blood elf lady and the human man were still in the middle of the most indecent act.<br/><br/>((Correction to how Vera perceived the man and the blood elf earlier: They are in fact on top of the bar counter, not on one of the bar tables.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>