To her credit, Gioria manages to stand- albeit shakily- and slide herself up off of the dildo before moving up and curling up against you, not bothering to disentangle herself from the scarf. Moist fabric and flesh press against your arm as the gnome lays her head on your shoulder, letting one hand idly trace the contours of your abs while the other pulls your gloved arm tight against her.<br/><br/>"Y-ou are a veritable rainstorm, Lis." The gnome sighs contentedly, squeezing your arm gently. "Most enjoyable storm ever..."<br/><br/>She seems to be in no rush to remove the beads from herself or the toy from you. She's much happier to nuzzle against your shoulder, pressing her lips against the base of your neck momentarily before settling back in.<br/><br/>"This is v-ery nice. I have to admit, I was originally w-orried that I had been barking up the w-rong tree when I gave you my off-time the other day..." While you may not be able to see it, you can certainly feel the smile against your shoulder...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Sounds like a plan. :) </div></div>