Renna smiled deviously as Irenes agreed to her plan. The elf was up for it too, but after she started reaching into his pants, he was just a stammering fool at this point. The chubby satyr chuckled "<span style="font-weight: bold">What's the matter? A little embarrassed of what's going on down there?</span>" She giggled some more, pulling her hand out, ant watching as the plump Kitsune started massaging his shoulders. She then heard her assistant make a suggestion that lit her green eyes up. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Why, that sounds like a brilliant idea Ires! Let's pick him. You get the right side.</span>" With that, she adjusted herself on his left, wrapping his arm over her shoulders. "<span style="font-weight: bold">Alright. Lift on three... One... Two... Three!</span>" With that, she heaved with all her might. While all Fantastics were stronger than the average man, Renna was still not all that strong. Yet another reason she had Irenes here. Reguardless, she was waiting for the shirtless elf to follow them along.