Karola was both distracted by Tora's embrace and entangled in limbs, and was unable to help or hinder Ash.  There did not seem to be any struggle against it, however, as her tightly buttoned jacket popped open, and the crisp white shirt slowly spread open with each loosed button.<br/><br/>"So many layers, what are you hiding, what are you protecting yourself against with all this?" the druid teased, even as she held Ash's hand over her own breast, squeezing down on it.<br/><br/>"It--it's my uniform, they're regulation," she seemed embarrassed of her own modesty in front of the free-spirited half-orc for some reason.  But she was quick to join her philosophy, at least for the moment, as her own breasts bounced free from their binding.  Tora turned, pulling Ash so they both laid beside and over the young officer.  The druid took one of the freed breasts in hand and with a grin, started kissing and sucking at the flesh, even teasing with her slightly larger canines.  Karola, a bit overwhelmed, fumbled two-handed at Tora's britches and Ash's own shirt.