Ah, right; Lapine dragged Rita along the secondhand couch they'd been fucking on until her mouth was free of flaccid elf-dick, and after retrieving her knife from one of her leg's compartments, began cutting her free. They should probably get some special rope instead of zip-ties; much safer on the flesh, based on her fairly extensive medical training. She sat her up and patted her head again with a smile, her own prick softening too... before she went to lay down across Rita's lap with her face in Leon's.<br/><br/>She began to gently clean his prick of the remaining seed - Rita got about 95% of it, that was a LOT! - focusing around the base of the shaft and balls, his hairless groin so... intoxicating to her cybered-up sense of smell...<br/><br/><You alright Leon?> she asked, her tongue finishing one last drag across his balls... basically just giving them a spit-shine at this point. <You didn't pass out did you? That wouldn't be very fun...><br/><br/>She was gently kicking her legs in the air in front of Rita, surprisingly dextrous with her cyberlegs as always, even flexing the shifting claw-toes like one might their real toes...