It would be a lie to say Nisha did not enjoy the way that Tyl'ra so longinly gazed at her,  the way those amber colored eyes took in her much softer,  feminine features. it would also be an untruth if she were to say she didn't get some kind of perverse enjoyment from it. It was alien to her,  this tightness in her chest,  this elation but she was getting off on having somuch ccontrol of the situation now when she'd previously been the one with her back to the sand and a blade held inches from her eyes.  If almost felt like vindication even,  glorious payback for the wowoman holding her up after her arrival on the plane ... of course such vindication was not entirely bad for Tyl'ra either if she could handle a little teasing from a woman who'd grown up in a brothel almost,  grown around women who'd flirted for their living.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">" I don't think ill burn. In fact I hardly feel heated at all. "</span>in fact she did feel heated but the blood coloring her cheeks and the tips of her ears red was most certainly not from the rays of the brutal and unforgiving sun that ruled over Athas much like one of the Tyrant sorceror kings. When the elf finally turned away in a huff to fill her water skins Nisha's eyes nearly opener wider than she thought them naturally capable of. She had thought Tyl'ra to possess a slender yet beautiful figure in her own way. It wasn't something she saw much of in the city but... the view certainly made a certain part of her anatomy all the more needy and herself all the more lightheaded.<br/><br/>Onyx eyes began at the elf's slender shoulders and worked down her narrow slim waist and they languidly passed over the subtle flare of her hips before coming to rest at the exposed small of her back just above her full,toned rear. It was St thisvooint and idea leapt to the forefront of her mind. It was utterly devious and she blamed it on her ambiguous demonic heritage but she knew for certain if done right it would only nurture the seed she'd planted without further agrevating the elf. The tiefling reached once more within the well of power hidden within and subtly moved hher hands in the same motion her eyes had made.<br/><br/>Slowly the desert dweller would feel it,  like little more than muscle twitches or perhaps something at the corner of her imagination but the spectral hands she felt were quite real. They started at her shoulders,  squeezing at the corded muscle at the base if her neck before slipping down the gentle slope of her shoudlers and down along her ssides. It was there they came to rest just under her breasts,  nearly cupping them through the leather before tthey were on the move again.  They passed quickly along her waist and settled on her hips like the hands of a possessive lover,  a singular teasing nail running from the dip the small of her back made in the waistband all the way up her spine. This was the most surreal sensation of them all but ssoon after even it came to a close. .<br/><br/>If the elf turned around she'd be caught red handed but part of that excited her all the same,  the tiefling biting her lip the whole while and as soon as she was finished her hands were back upon her hips,  tail brushing in the grass nervously and cheeks red hot.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>