"Eniija. That's a nice name," Camille murmured, feeling a rush of satisfaction at the way the sight of her knocked the other woman breathless. She twirled her finger around a lock of chestnut hair behind Eniija's ear before pulling it straight slowly. "I'm Camille Olivine." Her finger traced a line down the sunkissed skin of the half-elf's neck and wandered down her side, just barely brushing against the curve of a breast. "Cheers." She clinked their glasses together and took a sip.<br/><br/>Meanwhile her hand was slipping lower and trying to get under Eniija's clothes. "You'll have to forgive me - I'm not from around, so fifth circles and fourth squares and whatnot don't mean anything to me." Camille went on innocently as though she wasn't stroking the woman's thigh. "I'd love to listen to you, though. We can go real slow..."