Lillian doesn't think twice before parting her legs for your tail and letting out a pleased whine as the tip finds its mark. To Bradley, it must seem as though the very thought of pleasing him is causing her to moan out loud, which might not be entirely untrue. She's quick to her feet and even quicker to turn the man's chair so that he can be pleased without the obstacle of the table. Your cockhungry virgin slave is on her knees in an instant, practically tearing at the laces that hold his trousers up until his half-hard member can be fished out for her adoring gaze. Naturally, the seated half-elf is rather nervous about all this.<strong>"W-w-wait, here!? In front of Astrid!? At least let me go to my room or something!"</strong>