Lynx herself stifled a giggle, patting the unconscious Elly's head and then standing up herself, chewing her bottom lip as she followed Alexis to the newcomer. "Strip her," she whispered playfully, her pickpocket's fingers creeping around to start carefully undoing buttons here and there. With their playmate passed out, a replacement would be needed, especially if she ever wanted to get double-stuffed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>