Any remaining annoyance Ivory felt towards the man quickly died down to nothing as his rough tongue slides against her skin, and his large hands begin to pull at her dress; the brush of material from his hand-wrappings adding just another sensation to add to the list that was currently overwhelming the young solar.<br/><br/>She couldn't understand Serai, and he couldn't understand her either. But for one brief moment, when the two of them stared into each others lust drowned eyes; they spoke the exact same language.<br/><br/>Gasping into his mouth as he tweaked at her nipple, Ivory Dove's own hands begin to wander around his body, searching for a way to unstrap the man from his clothing; her hands prodding and tugging at his shirt, working it off of him, all while refusing to pull her mouth a way from his.  A true challenge, if she had ever had one.