Zinnedianne's yelped, falling backwards unexpectedly as the suit completely ripped. Sitting exposed on her rump, she was briefly shocked out of her reverie, and looked up at Clare with a bit of embarrassment. Crossing her hands in her lap, the little red dragon stared up at her plaintively, wondering what she'd do next. The graceful dragonshaft curved slightly towards her face, just poking at one of her supple breats. Overall, she looked rather adorable, sitting there and waiting for the mare to take her.