The audience are completely silent, not wanting to break the muffled sounds made by both Alaedra and her platter. The erinyes continues to probe her moist depths with her tongue, seeking out all the places that she believes would be weak to her advances, making a constant squishing, slurping noise in the process. The heat of her breath washes through Alaedra's folds, alerting her to how excited the fiend herself is.<br/><br/>Unable to keep to just kneeling there passively, she brings her arms up, hooking beneath Alaedra's knees and helping push her into position. As she does so, her hands slide over her smooth, inky thighs, teasingly dragging her nails along. Her lips close again around the drow's exposed clit, capturing it so that her tongue can swirl about, as though writing out a poem or legal document in the Infernal language.