Naiobe's smile is just the tiniest bit smug as she nuzzles at the dryad's neck. "Good," she murmurs, praising the dryad softly. "Keep them like that ..." She moves her finger around for another few moments before tracing her finger down along the dryad's smooth thigh, caressing the skin and enjoying the dryad's warm skin against hers. The girl is so pliant and shy ... Naiobe toys with her contentedly as she considers what she would like to make of the creature. What sort of pet does she want to make of the dryad? Naiobe smiles, turning her head to brush the dryad's earlobe with her lips. She has an inkling already, but has yet to really make up her mind.<br/><br/>"Tell me about where you come from," she whispers to the girl, while one hand continues to tease the dryad's sex, and the other slides over to toy with the other nipple.