A gasp escaped her painted lips at the feel of Havoc's tongue flicking against her belly. She continued in her slow dance, drawing the movement up to her shoulders. "Thank you, it was my trade... for a time," she murmured vaguely, beginning to feel the tingle in the pit of her stomach begin to radiate downwards. "Ooh, you're quite playful aren't you?" Her hands slowly fell to her thighs, the tips of her glossy nails followed her curves until they reached her beaded brassiere. "That feels so good," she whispered, seemingly falling into a trance.