Quinn's moans grow more lustful as the satyr's fingers tease her, wriggling her hips as her eyes flutter closed, she returns the kiss with a fierce passion, giving in fully to her body's desires - its<em>needs</em>. "No holes are barred for a virtuoso perfomer," the buxomly exotic redhead whispers, batting her eyes at her Fey suitor. "And no level of performance is unappreciated...but the more up-tempo the beat, the better the reaction of the audience. And I would love to finish with a tremendous finale, accompanied by my lips..."<br/><br/>She arches her back, shivering as her ample bosom thrusts invitingly torwards the satyr. "Please, I am your instrument...play on me the performance of your life!"