Finexia smiled, drinking deeply, but set the glass aside when done. She enjoyed the drink, but she was filled with far more anticipation of the woman herself. There was something about the lamia's serpentine figure that attracted her to no end.<br/><br/>At the gesture she'd rise and glide forward, unhooking her own clothing as she purred. "How do you prefer things? Slow and gentle, or hard and fast?"