Tiatha was moving before the woman resting on the bed so seductively had ever even wagged her finger. She followed the siren-like tune of her close friend's voice, her little hips swaying to and fro to a tune that played only in her bloodthistle addled mind. With the grace all but expected from a woman as slender and petite of build as her, the silver haired Sin'dorei practically danced toward her half-nude lover, her emerald eyes half-lidded as magic energy sang through her veins, her body tapping the latent mana of the thistle she'd consumed. She twirled and whirled until her knees touched the edge of the silk-dressed bed. With a little gasp she fell forward as she lost her balance and ended up sprawled awkwardly in front of the waiting woman.<br/><br/>After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Silverbough opened her eyes and looked up at the rogue she so admired. Her grin was akward and bordering on sheepish, but there was no denying the hungry way her burning green eyes raked down along the athletic elf's semi-nude form. They took pause at her chest and their owner quietly admired the two perky mounds of supple, young flesh before they dipped down along the toned, tight midsection of the other woman and eventually worked their way up at a pace best referred to as 'plodding'. When her eyes reached Allienna's again her smile widened a little more confidently and the young, mana-drunk elf giggled at her own lack of poise and grace in the final moments of her little display.<br/><br/><br/>“Well, sometimes even your little dancer has to fall.” With the same lack of hesitation that came from her companion, she rose up on her knees and with a breathy sigh and a slight shiver, let her shoulders roll back. At the same time her hands found the sash of her robes and pulled it away, letting it fall in a silken cascade down onto the sheets. Her robes fell back soon after, leaving her clad in nothing but the lace of her frilly red panties and nothing else. The slightness of her build could have been no more obvious as she stood on her knees in front of her friend. Her chest was modest even in comparison to the rogue's own. Little, perky tear-shaped breasts that would barely even fill a palm sat tight and high on her chest and their pink nipples were already painfully stiff. Her waist was thin and her hips narrow, and leading down her slim thighs had a gap between them, one that only exaggerated the already generous shape of her feminine mound as her panties did their best to hug the obvious curve.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>