Amelia didn't need help; shed undone these buckles a few times before. "Mm, flattery won't get you anywhere with me, even if it is all true." The alchemist grinned and pushed the rest of Isaera's clothes onto the floor, adding to the pile. Her hands toured the elf's body, caressing every soft rise and lovely curve. Amelia laid back, tugging the blonde atop her, hand then lifting to glide through her hair. She smiles, presses her lips to Isaera's own. The kiss lingers, Amelia's eyes sliding slowly shut.