Alaedra leans back, sliding her butt forwards in the chair slighly, her position so adjusted it gives the erinyes easier access to Alaedra's already moistened quim. Alaedra holds her breath a moment as she anticipates that first touch, releasing it as a soft sigh as the erinyes tongue touches her clit. The sensation is electrifying for Alaedra, probably a symptom of her first couple of days here in Hell, how nice it is to feel even the slightest beginnings of sexual stimulation brought about by another.<br/><br/>Alaedra's one hand grasps her breast through her dress, gently squeezing as she feels her nipple stiffen through the sheer fabric. Her other hand rests gently on the erinyes head, fingers twining through the devils soft hair. Alaedra spares a quick glance around her, to see if anyone is watching, the thought almost a hope as she can't help but admit the idea of an audience excites her.<br/><br/>"That's it, do a good job with your tongue and I won't have to talk to the management about chastising you for soiling my new dress." Alaedra almost laughs, it's a very silly point, considering the garment is self-cleaning, but why ruin the moment with such trivialities?