Lelika welcomes the attention you give her, uttering short moans of pleasure as she leans back against the wall, her hands feeble gripping you by the waist as she returns the kiss, her eyes gradually dropping shut. As you speak, they snap open and the half-elf hasten to undo the cord of her pants, allowing them to fall to the ground. “Yes mistress, I will gladly accept the caress of Loviatar that I am due,” she bites her tongue, convinced she had not recalled the ritualized response as well as she wished she had.<br/><br/>“But should we trick them? Wouldn’t that be mocking our Goddess?” a trickle of doubts enters her voice, but it is faint and she does not seemed that concerned by the implications of her question, seeing it more as an opportunity to learn. As your hands spread her ass cheeks she tenses however, and when your fingers press against what they find between them she seems more bothered. Gentle she steps away from the wall towards the bed, slipping one hand underneath her small cloths and pressing her fingers against her crotch as she attempts to redirect your attention to that part of her body.