Sheraile grins at her lover's question, and slides just a little bit further forward. She's already getting goosebumps from the feeling of her lover's skin against her nipples... which the thin fabric of her "clothes" does little to dull.<br/><br/>"Hmm... Well, as empty as it is, I don't think we'll have too much of a problem..." The witch whispers against the taller woman's skin, letting her lips caress those wonderful muscles. "But, if you're truly worried..."<br/><br/>The witch woman takes a step back, and turns her attention to the door. It's less a simple cantrip as a string of cantrips- ghost sounds and prestidigitation, woven together to create a barrier against any sounds they<del>might</del>will be making.<br/><br/>"There we go, love..." She says, biting her lip as she turns back to look at the big woman's frame in the bed. "Unless someone walks in on us, we should have complete privacy... and that means I can really go to town on you..."<br/><br/>She doesn't lean back over the woman now... She wants to lick those muscles some more, but there are better ways to put this spell to use. Like pressing her finger up against her lover's clit, and then casting the massaging cantrip again... and like pressing her lips to her lover's right ass-cheek, and letting her teeth start to nip at that lovely dark skin...