Tip mewls softly, leaning into your embrace even as she grinds herself down on that stone thigh with more energy.<br/><br/>"And what else do you want to do to this innocent maiden, all lost and forlorn here in the vastness of space where there is nobody to take notice of her pleas for mercy?"<br/><br/>This utterly cheesy line is delivered almost deadpan, as if the naughty little kitten didn't have plenty of ideas for what she hopes you'll do to follow the hug and brief fondle.<br/><br/>"True, you are warmer than this," she adds after a moment, one hand coming to rest lightly on your wrist. "Alluring though she is, this nymph gives a chilly reception."