Robin smirks and leans forward, letting her lips brush ever-so-slightly against the Tzahala's head... and when she pulls back, the runner's precum glistens on her lips. With the sun starting to go down outside, the effect is... strangely picturesque. Of course, the tattooed woman's confidence and the self-assured glimmer in her eyes doesn't hurt. She doesn't even bother to lick it clean yet, either... just gives Tzahala a husky, throaty laugh as she wraps her flesh-and-blood hand around the hilt of the runner's cock.<br/><br/>"Mm... Yea, I'd say the fire is nice and stoked..." To prove her point, the corner-girl curls her flame-wreathed finger inside of Tzahala, gently grinding the spa-warm tip of her finger against the little pleasure-button again, and again... "The only question is how you want to finish. You seemed to like my lips last time... want to give me a new coat of lipstick? Or maybe you're more in the mood to give me a fancy pearl necklace..."