The spirit woman's eyes follow the movement of Naiobe's hand.  There is fear in her eyes still, yet it is tempered now and less certain.  And as those fingers reach her breast, a soft wordless gasp escapes her lips.  She squirms and moves to obey the command, watching Naiobe's fingers moving over her sex as she parts her thighs slowly.  But then the half-elf's fingertip begins to explore the skin near her center and the dryad's gasp is loud as she arches and lets her head fall back.  Her legs finish parting much faster until she's straddling the chair rather lewdly.<br/><br/>"Oh!  That's...  That... That feels... good..." she moans as she pulls her gaze back to watch Naiobe's hand.<br/><br/>