Lady Jarmaath is already leaning into the kiss, as Chess moves in for it, her hands sliding up the drow's waist, caressing the curve of her breasts, lightly. "A light, alchemical balm," she admits, licking her lips, and Chess will have definitely noticed a flavor of cherry, in the kiss. "And the bed is exactly what I had in mind," she says, glancing over at Erin. "Be a dear and go prepare the room. The light toys, for us, but have the heavier ones ready, just in case," she says, with a grin, her hands moving over the drow, looking for methods to start stripping her.