<span style="color: #000080">"Oui, and I did want une tattoo... but I suppose we let ourselves get ze better of... ourselves...."</span>Despite the illusionist's words, she found herself nuzzling her way along Obscura's neck, rubbing her cheek against the girl's collarbone, then her breast before slipping her tongue out and tracing it around one sweet, firm nipple. Her heart was pounding harder than ever, the smell of delicate flowers -- lilacs, and... was that lotus? -- nearly overwhelmed by the scent of her arousal.<br/><br/>Then she pulled back, however. Just a little bit.<span style="color: #000080">"Maybe ve should go...."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>