"I'd better lay out the groundsheet too. The potion will stop me spraying all over the place, at least it did when Ptricia filleted me last time, but I may drip, and the cleaning service gets annoyed at blood in the laminate flooring. Health and safety or something." She suited actions to words, removing her rug, and replacing it with a groundsheet.<br/><br/>She came back after a moment with a potion, which she gulped down. Then she shrugged off her cut-offs and t-shirt, tossing them to the corner, followed by slipping out of her bra and panties. She posed, looking right at him with a half lidded expression.<br/><br/>"Is your mouth watering yet? Okay, katana. And yeah, save my head, as long as you eat it up before I reform. Uh... I already did the giving good head joke, haven't I?" She sighed.