Naiobe smiles, reaching for the dryad. "Come here." She pulls the woman down in her lap, taking the light form across her satin-clad thighs. "If I want to hurt you," she murmurs, "it will happen... no matter how harmless a place you choose." She reaches out and taps the dryad's forearm very lightly, with just the tips of her fingers; hardly a very hard slap at all. "But today, you did well. I'm very pleased with you." She reaches out toward a bowl of fruit, plucking a grape from a small vine laid in the bowl.<br/><br/>"Are you hungry?" She wraps her arm around the dryad's waist, settling the brown bottom more firmly in her lap despite how sore it may still be, holding the grape up with one hand. Naiobe herself brushes her lips against the dryad's shoulder, her lower hand drifting along the dryad's waist, toward her thigh, stroking the creature lightly.