Emma raised a brow at her reaction, it seems that Syrisa was pretty reactive to what happen to her. A wicked grin was forced to be subdued as she looked at the young, suddenly bashful mageling. Looking over the redhead's body, she started to think of the oh so many ways she could finally have her fun with little woman to make up for all the times she had tortured her. This was going to be her just deserts, and she wasn't going to complain about it...this was going to be so much fun. Maybe now Syrisa will know how she felt as she was under the torrent of the constant teasing<br/><br/>As Syrisa asked the amazonian warrior the question, the warrioress was sneaking up behind her, which was surprisingly soundless minus the dull thud of her feet going down the steps. Then, her hands found both sides of Syrisa's hips, but for a specific purpose. Her armored thumbs managed to manipulate the clothing the mageling was wearing to be able to get under the straps of her panties. With a few rolls and a tug, she had managed to get the blue covers to be turned into a very sensual thong that would torture the mageling...seeming as how the back slipped between her lovely cheeks and had a firm pressure towards her puckered rear hole, and the front enticingly pressed against her mound eagerly while leaving her cute little pleasure button exposed underneath her clothing, sending it to the mercy of any under draft that could go in there.<br/><br/>She talked into the mageling's ear like nothing was going on,"Doesn't matter to me, my friend. You know I'm just the one that carries the groceries around."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>