Conscious of her height, Dirisha removes her stilettos kicking them off to the side to be retrieved later; she places a foot on the plush carpet, the softness of which reminded her of a cat. She catches, Tereza leg as it rubs against her own thigh, running her fingers underneath her nails dangerously close to the inner thigh. "Other languages are not uncommon in America, my dear," she says teasingly, her desire to feel more of this exotic woman rising.<br/><br/>At the loosening of Tereza's hair, Dirisha runs her fingers of her left hand through the luscious red strands. "You have chased my sadness away," she purrs as the feel of the soft tongue on her lips brings her own heat to the surface.<br/><br/>Lifting Tereza and carrying her the short distance to the wall, she kisses her chastely on the lips while pinning her.