Grishka licked her lips, moistening the thin lines with the tip of her tongue as Viloet seemed to seriously consider her offer. She could almost<em>feel</em>the predicted sensations coursing through her own body, a pulse of electricity pulsing through her body and lingering at her toes and nips, the later of which pressing against the inadequate fabric.<br/><br/>Aaand then her features fell, visably disappointed that she wouldn't get to see the halfling suspended helpless in the air, tooled appendages violatin- no, no. She already shot it down, best not to think about it now. "Very well. Good night, Vilo." And she moved to cut the light, then found her way under the covers.<br/><br/>That night, Viloet's dreamscape was confined to a white, puffy cloud, blue skies all around and nothing but a large door. Upon it was carved the silhouete side-view of a pointy-ear'd woman sitting. Thick thighs ended in a rounded butt which she reclined upon slightly. Supporting her body with her arms, she arched her back, unnecessarily accentuatiing an impossibly large rack that defied all sense of gravity as exaggerated nipples pointed across the horizon.