Astrid's breaths deepen as you work her deeper into a state of helpless arousal. Every lewd moan of yours is answered by one of her own and the half-elf's back arches away from the chair to press her bare charms harder against yours, then against your hand once you start putting it to good use on those perky mounds. Your tongue doesn't go long without a dancing partner, albeit a shy one more than willing to let you take the lead inside of the blushing stagehand's mouth, gasps and whines of pleasure escaping around the two wet muscles.