Lorraine's brown eyes followed Fiona's feet as they moved along the white and violet coverlet, moving up from the whore's slender ankles to her calves, knees, thighs... A flush of color came to Lorraine's cheeks as her gaze passed over Fiona's pelvic region and kept progressing up the whore's stomach. She could see the color of the skin beneath, and even through the clothes Fiona wore now Lorraine was fairly certain the woman's skin was flawless.<em>'So beautiful..'</em>It was an odd thing to find herself thinking, but certainly not the first time she'd thought it since meeting Miss Fiona, and she supposed it was a good thing to think considering the purpose of her visit.<br/><br/>Lorraine physically swallowed as her eyes passed over Fiona's breasts, which she could see the shape of even beneath the chemise. The lady's voice sounded, and drew Lorraine's ear even as her gaze rested finally on the lock of copper hair curling around Fiona's finger. "There are many ways, my dear," the whore was saying, "...as many as there are words." Fiona smiled at Lorraine gently, and Lorraine saw aquamarine eyes moving slowly over her body just as her brown eyes had moved over the body of her hostess. "For now though my songbird, speak in simple terms. I will give you words for parts of your body, for caresses if you desire...."<br/><br/>Lorraine's eyes snapped to Fiona's, the heat in her cheeks rekindling again at the words and the impish nature of the whore's smile. Fiona caressed along her own neck as she spoke, and Lorraine's eyes were helpless to do anything but follow the motion of her hand, "Neck you know, a simple enough term, often enough it is a pleasure to kiss there..." and Lorraine's cheeks grew warmer, "...and turn those kisses into soft sucking kisses..." and warmer, "...letting ones tongue lap out against your partner's flesh..." and she stirred, her thighs rubbing against each other as she did so, her breath shortening, "...to hear their pleasure. Little nips of tease can be arousing as well..." Fiona went on, and Lorraine was finding it hard to really listen to the words.<em>'I want to touch her.. To hear her... What has gotten into me?'</em>"...as can full bites, though those..." Brown eyes rapt upon Fiona's caressing hand, Lorraine leaned closer, daring to raise a hand toward the whore and missing some of the words Fiona spoke as she did, "...of stronger passion then I think we will see today." Lorraine hesitated, swallowing again, surprise both with herself and with the appeal of the enchantress who lay upon the bed before her, sensuous body sprawled out over the coverlet, "Men and women alike find this arousing..."<em>'This?'</em>Lorraine blinked, trying to remember,<em>'Oh yes.. biting...'</em>Fiona continued, "...something innately human I think; that desire to mark our lovers with our lips, to brand them with our passion." Lorraine's eyebrows knit together as she did not fully understand the sentiments of which Fiona spoke, but the lady did know whe wanted to touch Fiona.<br/><br/>Perhaps this was why Lorraine felt no hesitance when Fiona gestured her closer. "Remove you shoes little songbird," the whore said, "and then come here and I shall let you taste and play with my neck..." Lorraine's fingers worked at the laces of her shoes, untying them quickly. Some part of her remained coherent and self-conscious enough not to shamelessly rip them off, but she was still more hurried than was decent... And then.. nothing at all about this whole situation was decent. "...if you like the pleasure it gives me and request it with proper manner perhaps I will reward you in kind," Fiona said as Lorraine set her shoes together on the floor, tucked just out of the way of anyone passing near the bed.<br/><br/>Lorraine moved to Fiona's side, smoothing her skirts as she sat, though the gesture was not nearly as meticulous as it would have been had her mind not been so.... fuzzy.<em>'Good gracious. Well, I did come here for a reason,'</em>Lorraine thought of herself, and as quickly the thought was behind her, forgotten, and with it her hesitance. She felt her thigh brush against Fiona's as she sat beside the whore, and lifted her hand toward Fiona's neck, eyes seeking Fiona's own to silently ask permission before she touched it.