The rubbing of the drow's fingers through the fabric was incredible, as the rough fabric pressed against her entrance. Lyla let out another soft moan, desire burning inside her core, and her mind reeling as she returned the kiss. But when Mirri stopped, the elf blinked several times, blushing brightly as she stared at her, panting.<br/><br/>"N-no...she was going to sleep. I want to stay. I want you to...to sate this...this fire." Lyla replied, hesitating a moment before she swallowed and asked. "Please, Mirri?"