Valeria was exhausted just from watching, she could hardly imagine how the Empress survived such tedium day after day, all while keeping a straight face. It was strangely humanizing, watching the young ruler's expression relax when she slumped on her throne.<br/><br/>Ragic was all to happy to finally have free reign, letting out a small joyous cry as the little creature immediately lunged for the Empress' breasts. The familiar happily resumed his expert groping and teasing of Elisabetta's mounds, though he might've been deprived too long, as one greedy tentacle sneaked down the Empress' body and prodded cautiously between her legs through her dress.<br/><br/>Valeria, meanwhile, looked utterly dumbfounded at the Empress' request. She was an Inquisitor, a member of the clergy! Such acts led to a slippery slope, and she was in enough trouble already. But how could she say no to the Pontiff? Instinctively, the bashful Inquisitor tried to deflect responsibility. "Ah, I- I'm afraid I'm not very experienced... surely your Highness would prefer to be accompanied by someone she were more comfortable with?" Somehow, she didn't think that'd do it.