While Eiyre is used to having attention focused on her, normally it's while she's dancing and performing when it's not only expected but also the entire point. So to suddenly have both Xarithe and Ambrosia's eyes (and in the fairy's case, also hands and lips) on her is quite a new experience and she can't help but lightly blush. Although her eyes initially grow wide with a mild amount of surprise as Ambrosia kisses her, afterwards she smiles and giggles happily at the spontaneity of the action. "You're just lucky you're one of my companions and not a cultist," Eiyre replies to Ambrosia, giving the fairy's plush rear a quick squeeze as she turns to approach Xarithe. "Otherwise the accommodations wouldn't be quite so safe."<br/><br/>When Xarithe draws attention to her figure, the oracle seems to take it quite literally. She pulls up the hem of her shirt, baring her belly as she cranes her neck down to inspect it closely. "Really? You think it added a bit?" she asks, seemingly believing that the druid is noticing something that she's not. "I guess I should be careful," Eiyre laughs, patting her stomach before letting her pajamas fall back down to cover her. "Too many cheetahs and cultists and I might need to go on a diet after we're done here. Although at the very least it sounds like I'll have a very pleasing addition to my figure for the duration of the night."<br/><br/>Eiyre seems to only be mildly paying attention as Ambrosia and Xarithe "prepare" themselves. She doesn't look away as they begin to get lusty, but neither does she watch intently. While it certainly seems clear that she understands what they intend to do the moment they get inside of her, it doesn't seem to bother her any.