<em>Reaver smiles, blushing the smallest bit at the kiss and the praise, inclining her head the smallest bit downward.<br/><br/>"Thank you, mistress."<br/><br/>The clawed fingers of the deviless entwine with the archivist's, and, when they walk into the bedroom, they are greeted by the sight of the two succubi sitting on the edge of the bed, side by side. Maplepink, for her part, is blushing deeply, biting her lip and looking down, trying very hard not to squirm, instead seeming to quiver, while Lemonscent seems to be enjoying herself, oddly enough, a devious grin on her face and her eyes bright with mischief as her calves swing back and forth alternatingly, like a schoolgirl in a seat too high for her.<br/><br/>As soon as Atelia asks the question, Lemonscent's hand shoots up, and she grins and wriggles alluringly. Maplepink is a bit slower, a bit shyer, her mouth half-opening and her tongue darting out to wet her pouty lips, her blush and her eyes making her seeem uncertain as her hand is half raised, or perhaps as if something... or someone, possibly sitting next to her, is distracting her.</em>