(OOC: This is what happens when I let my characters have their head... bad choice of phrase there. Fiana just happens to be kinky, and Babs is off the end of some kind of kink event horizon.)<br/><br/>Fiana suited actions to words which started with kneeling down and ended with mutual satisfaction.<br/><br/>In her room, Ptricia was lying down in sphinx form when her eyes flicked open. "I sense a great disturbance in the band, as if the lead guitarist just got his rocks off with Fiana... again."<br/><br/>Babs, who was currently a fancy pillow snuggled up under Ptricia's forepaws, murmured sleepily, "That's... oddly specific."<br/><br/>"Vagueness is for Delphic oracles and Divination teachers at British wizarding schools who should know better." responded the sphinx.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Fiana was doing more massaging. "You know, you can touch me too. I don't bite... I think I proved that pretty conclusively."