The woman smiles demurely. "I suppose I can offer a little sample," she says, climbing onto the bed, and resting her hands on Chess' legs, as she lowers her head, letting her tongue extend inhumanly far, the tip slowly stroking over the outer lips of the drow's sex, before she leans down a little further, letting it trace down to Chess' asshole, making a slow, teasing circle around that, as well.