Nisha watched the strong warrior-woman fumble the bottle, tilting her head slightly with her obsidian black eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise. She was no feel, she definitely felt the eyes raking upon her bared skin, following up her legs until they were denied by the hem of her loose, black tunic but did she really fluster Tyl’ra so much? Maybe she was lusted after, after all. The little mischievous smile on her face grows a few sizes, those ruby red lips curling upwards but she didn’t mention the fumble as the object of her desire turns around once more, settling the flock of butterflies in the Tiefling’s stomach fluttering once more causing the horned woman to shiver from her neck down and even her tail seem to flick back and forth from it, the barb brushing the floor.<br/><br/>When the cup is offered the demon-blooded woman takes it daintily, wrapping both hands around it , her digits brushing Tyl’ras unintentionally but none the less drawing a little excitement from the simple action of her flesh against the elf’s.<span style="color: blue">“Thank you, Tyl’ra. “</span>Her mischievous smile turns into a more sincere expression as she supports the bottom of her cup and raises the simple container gently, her black eyes reflecting the light in the room as she looked up to the amazon-like warrior standing above her , biting her lip just slightly as she imagined just what those strong hands would feel like on her delicate waist.<br/><br/>Nisha manages to swallow however, putting the thought past her for long enough for her to speak up, only for her husky voice to crack. It was Nisha’s turn to look embarrassed, her lips closing as she wriggled around nervously and tried to get comfortable while trying to find her voice once more. Eventually she settles, the side of her tunic riding up to expose the waistband of her black, lacey undergarments and more of the smooth expanse of her thigh.<span style="color: blue">“ To the woman who found me and despite it being against everything she likely believes , took me in.”</span>She raises the cup slightly higher to complete the self-toast before bring the cup to her lips to savor the cool liquid and let the exotic wine sate her thirst .<br/><br/>With a large sip taken she lowers the cup again, raising an arm to wipe her mouth on the back of her hand. She beams up at the other woman and lets out a satisfied little<span style="color: blue"> ‘mmmmmh’</span>. It definitely was not bad despite being made out of something she’d had never thought about when the word ‘wine’ was mentioned, it just showed that even the desert dwellers indeed knew how to live. “ I<span style="color: blue"> really mean it Tyl’ra I.. Thank you. I know I am no easy burden but you still help me. Can I make it up to you?”</span>The woman’s tail wraps around her leg sensually as she speaks though it seems more unconscious than intentional for her words were not the sultry purr they usually were.<span style="color: blue">“Please, sit.” </span>The Tiefling pats the bed next to herself, scooting over slightly and once more flashing black, delicate lace.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>