Craning her neck, Jeza thrust her breasts out a little further. She could feel Havoc's tail now directly against sensitive skin, stimulating her most intimate flesh. Her lips parted with a barely audible moan before she lowered her eyes. "I'm putty in your hands," she mewled, her fingers creeping up to the back of her neck to unhook the decorative garment restraining her breasts for him, "so tell me, what do you plan to do to me?" Her question was punctuated by the slow descent of her top, receding from flesh turned rosy with arousal.