The Shaman, who will probably soon be called your Bride instead, gives a squeak of surprise as you reach out and touch her prostate. Her brother half nods at your words. He's not going to actively watch, but he'll be in the area. The ritual's still active for him, and it'd be a waste of precious materials to stop right now.<br/><br/>The Shaman slowly grabs your hips, half murmuring a prayer to Blue, slowly entering you, getting a feel for you. After a few tentative, slow thrusts, she's more confidant and energetic, speeding up and groping your body.