Miaren continues in her attentions until the taste of citrus has faded to the taste of Fern.  It is not a familiar taste - not identifiable precisely - but it is no longer the taste of the potion she has been instructed to lick away.  Abandoning that region, she again moved upwards across Fern's stomach, ensuring that she has cleaned the last residues from that area as well before proceeding into new territory.<br/><br/>Before long, Miaren has stretched herself to the limit of her bindings, barely able to wash the undersides of Fern's breasts.  It is like being drunk, but with no loss of clarity.  Indeed, she is keenly<em>aware</em>in a way that she hasn't been ever before, and she is intoxicated by that feeling.