The clone is ghostly silent; not even him touching her results in any sound, only touch, sight, and smell. And taste, she discovers, as he turns her around, kissing her deeply. His hands still teasing her mercilessly, his kisses begin to trail down her body, first to her neck, down across her collar, to between her breasts. He drags his tongue across them, in a slowly shrinking figure eight, narrowing in on her delicate nipples, brushing over them once before stopping to suck for a moment. He then travels lower, dropping to his knees, his hands sliding up from her thighs to grasp her panties from between her legs, and begins pulling them down as his tongue crosses her navel, leaving a thin trail of saliva across her well-toned abs. As her panties pass her knees, he crosses down past her womanhood, and begins tracing simple symbols on her inner thighs with his tongue, before turning his attention to her dripping honeypot.