Tira giggles, as Aquila advances, playfully nibbling on the tip of her finger as she thinks; she's clearly not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she's quite nice to look at. "Umm... how about we--" "I don't have time for the two of you to play all day. Aquila, let's just go with something simple. Use your mouth on her; that'll give me a good idea of what you know," she says, in a commanding tone, that clearly expects to be obeyed. Tira pouts a little, but nods, and tugs down her panties to around her ankles, her rod already standing at half mast.