<em>Click... click... click....</em><br/><br/>A quick tap of her toes makes the witch's heels ring out as if she were walking across a polished marble floor as she turns the corner, striding purposefully around the changing screen towards their bed. A  quick snap of her fingers creates a thin veil in front of the fire-place, darkening the room juuust enough. And a quick flick of her shoulders causes her sheer black robe to fall away, revealing her newest outfit.<br/><br/>It's certainly not something she could wear out in the field... the, porous straps that criss-cross her slender form leave more exposed than concealed, and the hip-hugging bottom piece of the "outfit" focuses more on enhancing her form than providing any sort of modesty. A truly Calistrian design... and the Witch already loves it.<br/><br/>"Well?" She says, doing a short spin in place to show her lover how the bottom piece creates a "v" shape between her own curvy ass-cheeks. "Custom made- and blessed- by a priestess of Calistria. So tell me true... how does it make me look?"<br/><br/>She grins and strides to the side of the bed, fingers trailing over the curves of her lover's ass, down her back, and over her shoulders as she moves to stand by the big woman's head. Aquila already seems to be ready... but Sheraile's going to make sure she enjoys this rather than rushing it.<br/><br/>"And what is it that you want from me?"