Desire smiled at the sight of the blankets, gently laying on her back at the look in Naael's eyes. Her voice was soft as she asked, trailing her hands down her neck, fingers trailing across her collarbone and the curve of her breasts, down the flat, unflawed surface of her stomach and to her legs, gently spreading them just a touch to allow the sight of her sex to be barely seen, like a budding flower. "From the looks of things, you wish to...<em>enjoy</em>me, Naael. Is that what you wish? If so, I am at your command..."