Lorraine's cheeks felt hot against Fiona's hands. No doubt this was from the blush she wore. Her pale eyes sought Fiona's as the redhead pressed soft kisses to her lips. It was strange, certainly, but not in a bad way as Lorraine returned the affections. The redhead's soft words were a comfort to her, to know that others found such things as this strange... But then she'd known many ladies would have from the start. Listen to herself, she could do that. Listen to Fiona... She'd said she would do that too, and she felt she could.<br/><br/>Perhaps why her answer came so quickly to the whore's question, "I do trust you, Miss Fiona." Of course, there was some hesitance to the answer of the second question. To admit such was... certainly not something Lorraine was accustomed to. She let her eyes fall closed and swallowed, "And.. I do want you, though.. That wouldn't really work, would it?" Her pale eyes opened again as she asked, looking to find Fiona's again. The logistics made little sense.. Oh sure, they both had hands, and Fiona's were likely quite capable, but was that really the same as joining with a man?<br/><br/>Her fingers gently kneaded the skin at the nape of Fiona's neck as she pondered that. She raised her other hand, reaching forward to touch Fiona's side gently, tenderly, as though she might scare the whore away with a firmer touch... Or perhaps she was afraid of scaring herself away.