Pinna's hips thrust instinctually into Larissa's hand, her shaft slick and eager.<br/><br/>"It was quite affectionate," she sighed, leaning in to nuzzle and kiss at Larissa's neck. "They even gave me my own uniform as a parting gift. Of course, Naturally, Kasala caught me as I was trying it on... and found her own way to say goodbye."<br/><br/>Pinna wobbled on her feet as Larissa pulled away. The tip of her tongue peeked out from between soft lips, as though searching blindly for something to occupy its attention. Still, the girl obediently clasped the potion in both hands as she watched Larissa disrobe, moaning with need as a viscous droplet oozed from the head of her cock.<br/><br/>"I imagined you many ways," she said as she watched. "As a voluptuous fertility idol, as a mighty orc chieftan, a lithe elf. As a dozen different women, any of which I would gladly strive to please." Her fingers clasped tightly around the bottle's neck, as though it was the only thing that grounded her from such vibrant fantasy.<br/><br/>At Larissa's comment about wardrobe, Pinna let out a quiet giggle. "I<em>do</em>know a mending spell," she replied. "Kasala's whims were not always kind to my outfits."<br/><br/>Pinna somehow blushed even further as Larissa made her offer. Stepping forward, she reached out with just a hint of shyness, and placed her hands on Larissa's breasts, gently squeezing them together, thumbs teasing over the nipples. "Perhaps we could start with these? It's where Kasala started when I first tried the potion for myself..."<br/><br/>