<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>A low-whistle of approval sounded from Larissa's lips as she saw the transformation magic seem to burst through the walls of concentration Pinna had been maintaining. The noblewoman couldn't help but smirk - seemed she had a way of even making accomplished spellcasters lose their focus. The way the witch's outfit seemed to shrink on her now obscene frame drew an appraising eye as it landed on that swollen, desperate shape hidden just beneath her skirt. Without any hesitation, Larissa walked around the counter, setting the basket she had just taken up down. That vial she had uncorked was still in her hand.<br/><br/>"Oh, Pinna," Larissa said, genuine warmth and support ringing in her voice. "You are no more inconsiderate than Kasala; surely you're aware of her gallivanting with Castle Ruxvan's serving staff? In fact...you're a bit more deserving of empathy than our resident elf. Ah, no hiding these." She interrupted herself, reaching up to take Pinna's hands in her own. And urged them away from those now incredibly<em>buxom</em>orbs. She wondered if they were more or less sensitive than normal - the argument could be made for either. Larissa might have tried to confirm without even asking if she wasn't trying to build the situation toward her own conclusion. "You were beautiful before, but my, don't you just have the body of goddess like this."<br/><br/>Larissa pinched the fabric of Pinna's skirt and lifted it, pulling it back like a curtain to unveil that shaft she had just seen painting the side of the witch's cauldron. She grasped Pinna at the base and slowly ran her calloused palm up along that length - Larissa let out a sigh as the moment ticked by and no feeling of tip insight. Until she found it of course. And back down her hand went. "You still didn't answer my question, dear," Larissa said, continuing to treat Pinna to a slow, agonizingly slow pumping. "What were you thinking about? Was it perhaps about a certain noblewoman. One who keeps interrupting you. Were you perhaps thinking of what might do to her if given just the chance? Perhaps you were thinking of how you might want her under the effects of your brews? Am I wrong?"