Lydia tries very hard not to listen to what the woman says. It's better that way. All her life she was trained, like all other proper girls, to preserve her dignity for marriage. Now she is auctioning off her dignity. It's a contradiction she cannot bridge, so she ignores it; it's the only way she can move forward. She understands that orgasms are quickly forgotten. Letting this man spill his seed on her chest will gratify him for the moment, but will he remember? The couple are only as good as their word, and will be under no obligation. So to secure the patronage, she must do more than garner their support--she must garner their<em>enthusiastic</em>support.<br/><br/>To answer the woman's question, Lydia paints her face in her most sultry expression and drops to her knees between Verde's splayed thighs. She plants light kisses on the woman's legs, starting at her knees and working gradually toward the place where her legs join. There, she gently removes the woman's hand, kisses it softly, and sucks the juices from her fingertips.<br/><br/>Lydia risks a glance up, wondering if the couple are watching her, or if they are focused entirely on one another. She isn't sure which she hopes to see.<br/><br/>After a brief moment, her eyes drift downward. She shifts her body forward, parting Verde's thighs even further, slipping her hands underneath her dress to cup and knead her ass. She leans down and with the quickest flick of her tongue teases Verde's clit. She then gently takes the wet folds of her labia between her teeth and sucks, drawing them away from her body, teasing the woman, heightening her pleasure.<br/><br/>The goal is, not one orgasm in the brief time that remains, but three.