Isaera shudders, arching her beautiful back gracefully as her hands move downwards, teasingly caressing the soft mounds of the human's flesh, cruelly dodging the nipples as they trace their way down to whatever she wears over her legs, attempting to straddle the human's hips once said item is lowered sufficiently.<br/><br/>"That and I'm YOUR bitch." She giggles, hands caressing the soft flesh of the alchemist before her.