Mera shivered when Yifa changed tactics, rubbing herself against her behind, setting her lips to work on one part of an ear, and fingers tracing over her stomach.  "T-that tickles..."  She whispered as it happened to her  Swallowing, she tried again.  "I-I'm a pretty little flower...and I love it."  A little more confidence this time.  A few more seconds of quiet from her, and then...  "I'm a pretty little flower, and I love it."  Well, she was at least using the voice that Yifa wanted.