Tereza noticed Dirisha's wicked smile at the women who had left, and the soft teasing with the men as she had lead her tall temptation to her private rooms. Oh, those lips! The pale vixen was having the most wicked thoughts of those lips and what they could do. Tereza flesh a rush of heat and took a deep breath, her chest rising then falling to cool the heat just enough for her to remain... a gentlewoman.<br/><br/>The room itself was dimly lited, though enough to see the details of each woman perfectly, a hint of intimacy and darkness prevailed in the room as well. Tereza felt a rush of heat down her body as Dirisha stepped closer. "Ah, I am not from America, Dirisha. As you just heard, no? I do miss it." Her knee lifted up, brushing up the ebony skinned woman's thigh as she cleaned closer as she balanced herself on one leg. Her free hand took down her long red hair.<br/><br/>She leaned closer, and her lips was only a hair's width from the other woman's. "But enough about that, yes? Though, I can sense sadness in you too." She purred, and pressed her full breasts and torso against Dirisha as her tongue darted out to lick her lips.