Miaren's embarrassment extends to her mental voice.<em>Something - in that oil.  It's made me -</em>Her thought breaks off with a moan as Adamion's fingers skate across her sex again.  She tries to look up at Fern, but finds that her gaze seems drawn to the other woman's sex or breasts.  Perhaps that is due to the natural angle of her body, but it is disconcerting, nonetheless.<br/><br/><em>Shades, I feel like a sailor after a month at sea,</em>Miaren thinks.