Naael didn't really hear much of what the woman said, her mind still reeling from the magical blow. She didn't even notice that she was being stripped, until she felt the staff, rubbing between her legs, eliciting a moan. She had to have the potion forced down her throat, but she didn't fight it, either. Her eyes slowly regained focus, and she looked up at the woman, before the deep, lusty cry escaped her lips. "Ohhhh... f-fuck me," she said, panting heavily, sliding herself against the staff, not even really hearing the request.