The drow didn't seem to be getting bored, instead simply enjoying the attention, and her manner seemed to be even more aroused at the forcefulness of Savyna's movements. But her skin...as she went over it, Savyna would notice slight variations in the ebon hue. If she looked closely, she'd see that in the discoloration where the faint, near-tattoo like images of chains criss-crossing her body and limbs. She moaned as Savyna began playing with her sex, and shuddered at the touch of her lips. Her body tasted of cherries and the faintest hint of sourness.