Ife's soapy touch was surprisingly gentle and Tamaska purred at the luxuriant feeling. Her eyes fluttered closed and she enjoyed the gentle, simple attentions. These strong fingers worked wonders without the ulterior motives of either Emberspike or Bahiyya (for now at least). She enjoyed listening to the Draenei speak and could not help but smile at the odd accent. Ife's choice of topic piqued the Troll's interest and she could not stop herself from asking<span style="color: indigo">. "Ife, do you have any idea what this 'position' will entail? No one has told me anything and, I must admit, that worries me."</span><br/><br/>The feel of Ife's strong fingers moving along her skin had Tamaska nipping at her bottom lip. It felt really good and again the priestess was forced to squeeze her thighs together in a vain attempt to stifle the growing heat that she felt. Had Emberspike or Bahiyya done something to her? She was so receptive to even the lightest touch now that she could barely control herself. She wanted to just pounce the larger Draenei and ravage her, or at least try to. It was an urge that grew more and more insistent right up until Sterre's fingers delved into her damp locks.<br/><br/>Immediately all thoughts left her except to lean back and enjoy the touch. Sterre and Ife were both very skilled and it was no surprise that they had found a life in the Carnival. She could not help squirming and letting out several appreciative moans.<span style="color: indigo"> "No offense taken." </span>She murmured in a breathy exhalation.  The pulse pounded in her ears and she squirmed more, biting harder onto her lip to try and stifle the noises.<span style="color: indigo"> "N-no fair." </span>She whimpered, unable to take the light, teasing touch. The perfect scalp massage and those questing hands were making her hotter and hotter.<br/><br/>The need growing in her was making her want to beg for them to go and she would have too if Ife's hands had not moved at the same moment. A harsh gasp filled the near-silence and Tamaska's back arched, presenting her azure breasts and hardened nipples to the Draenei. The priestess wore such an expression of pleading neediness when she stared up into the black-skinned beauty's eyes.  Again she wanted to wrap her arms and legs around the woman and drag her in. The teasing was unbearable and she pouted. Still, she did not move beyond the squirming. Sterre's scalp massage kept her pinned in place. She felt just as helpless as with Emberspike and Bahiyya even though she did not think that these two could be as... overwhelming as the Demons were.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>