Nymiri's mind still fought to free her from the haze but it was a losing battle. The night elf was still nervously fidgeting, seemingly unable to still her enviable figure. The compliment made bright red blossom on her soft, smooth cheeks. Her eyes flicked up, still showing a myriad of emotions but that innocent gaze framed in long lashes looked so innocent, so naive, so trusting. Remembering Alonya's instructions, Nymiri's stare quickly dropped to the floor in front of her but the vibrant blush lingered.<br/><br/>The succubus' words slithered into her mind and the blush deepened and spread to include her whole face. Both of these women thought she was beautiful but next to them she felt plain. Alonya's breath teasing her ear did indeed have the priestess shivering and fidgeting more. Nymiri felt as though she were floating untethered to anything. It was at once a joyful and terrifying experience. She wanted to cling to the woman kneeling behind her but had to settle for the feel of those soft hands resting on her hips to keep her grounded.<br/><br/>That soft voice seemed to speak directly to her mind, filling her thoughts with Alonya's will and making resistance all but impossible. It made a lot of sense. If they found her beautiful then why should she hide her body from them? Her hands moved behind her back and her back straightened to better display herself. The thought of being devoured brought back memories of the other times he had come across Iseniel and again she could not hold still, her thighs sliding slightly against one another.<br/><br/>The soft sound the warlock made drew Nymiri's gaze and she let out a soft, nearly in audible moan at the sight. Alonya's influence seemed to heighten every sensation and simply laying eyes on the beautiful warlock, with that glossy raven hair, was enough to have the night elf shivering while her body tried to process the sudden jolt of need. The closer Iseniel came to her the worse it became and when she stopped a few feet away, Nymiri's heart was racing. Her breath came in a ragged pant.<br/><br/>Nymiri rose immediately at Iseniel's command even though she was reluctant to leave Alonya's touch. She reached out with gentle reverence for the silver cloak clasp and gave a little huff when her trembling fingers fumbled to get it opened before walking around behind the other elf to slip the cloak from her shoulders. The Kaldorei 's breath caught at the sight of how those robes hugged the blood Elf's form as she walked to hang the cloak up. She hurried back, her mind recovering just a fraction with a little distance from the Sayaad.<br/><br/>Nymiri pouted when she tried to remove the belt that held the robe closed. Her hands did not seem to want to work right and she feared the warlock would get impatient with her. After what felt like an eternity it finally came free and with reverence Nymiri stripped the robe off, moaning audibly at the sight of the expanse of milk white skin. She simply froze, holding the robe and openly ogling Iseniel's perfect body.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>