Dancer smiled, then leaned in and pressed her lips against Dora's, very softly. She didn't move to deepen it, but simply let her lips meld with the Twilight's while she moved to straddle the other woman, her heavy bosom pressing down against Dora's, their legs twining together in a slippery knot. When she was comfortably positioned, one had came around to caress the back of Dora's head, fingers curling into the purple-tinged hair.