Naiobe runs her fingers through the dryad's soft hair, admiring the way the dryad quivers and shudders still, from the spanking. Her eyes drop to the enchanting away that the woman chews at her lip, looking very, very ... lost. Naiobe smiles.<br/><br/>"I brought us something to eat." She strokes the dryad's cheek lightly. "The table would look nicer with some flowers on it, though." She lets the dryad up from the bench, taking a small step back. Catching the dryad's hands in her own, Naiobe continues, "I don't want you to prick your pretty hands, though..." She turns her head, nodding toward a rosebush. "Bring me six of those, without damaging any of the petals. Clip them from the bush with your teeth, and mind the thorns..."<br/><br/>Naiobe releases the dryad's hands, then turns away from her, not waiting for any question or protest from the dryad. She returns to where the tray of food was set down earlier, starting to pull the bowls and plates from the tray and arrange them on the table instead.