Brynhilde flashed a smile at Mira as she massaged her, those talented hands of hers working further up her legs until she lightly brushed her mound. The young woman's eyes shone for a second but Mira slipped further upwards, teasing her as well eliciting a grin from her. When she massaged her features she groaned softly, it felt good, "Hmm too many Father would say", she said, smirking back at Mira. But she continued on, a shiver traveling down her spine as she worked her neck, "Hmm.. I suppose, but adventurers have been few and far between. And those who did speak to me found me... disagreeable or simply wanted to bed me", she spoke back, her fingers curled into a fist as she stared at it. "I'll go alone, show those slavers how even one person standing up to them is enough to make them run home to mother"