Halie felt as much as saw out of the peripheral of her vision, Nicola circling around behind her. Like a honeybee drawn to a flower's core was the priestess drawn to the nymph's temptations.<br/><br/>Voleta, kneeling before Halie proclaimed her desire, speaking confidently and with self-assuredness that she was willing to pay any price that came with the god's will. It was then she eagerly clasped the bowl in her hands. As Halie tipped it to the woman's lips, Nicola's fingers probed Halie's most private of places. What her fingers met were soft pubes much like her hair, brown and fine, but also a mess of arousal both wet and musky.<br/><br/>The sensation of Nicola's touch drew forth from Haile a small gasp of pleasure and the bowl of water tipped forward more rapidly than intended, pouring a generous portion of the stream's waters past Voleta's parted lips. Voleta was afforded a generous portion of the bowl's water, so much so it spilled out over her lips and down her chin.<br/><br/>Voleta drank, and what she drank from the bowl was a small taste of Halie's essence, her libido, her energy. The effect of the Nymph's waters, drawn from the Bowl of Gaia, would in fact do nothing specifically to lessen the feud between the two priestesses. What it would do is imbue her with a sexual desire that would not be denied nor sated any time soon. Her body would almost be immediately feel its effects and respond.<br/><br/>Slowly and gracefully Halie twisted and turned her backside to Voleta and offered the bowl to Nicola.<br/><br/>"Do you dare, Priestess of Nike, drink from the Bowl of Gaia? Do you seek an end to the strife and war with your enemies?