Midori happily bathed her wife's back as she'd intended to, but she was decidedly scant on the rubbing. She knew her slutty, slutty wife; didn't want her getting randy again before they'd even left the bath. Couldn't even keep her hands to herself when 'drying' her off... of course, Midori tolerated her 'transgressions' under 99% of circumstances, enjoyed them frankly.<br/><br/>Indeed it took Midori a bit longer to get dressed, for her clothing was real, as was her equipment worn about her waist. As usual, her outfit was worn 'improperly' off-the-shoulder, exposing her body of tattoos across her well... body. Her wife at least cleaned everything she had with some sort of prestidigitation, so everything was clean. At her wife's behest, she accepted her wife's hand, but then took point of leading her out of the room and down the stairs, lest she get distracted by something shiny or sexy before they made it to the ground floor. Her wife was a strong, lovely, motherly bimbo... but she was still a bimbo.<br/><br/>Once they made it downstairs without further distraction, Midori quickly located their recent notch on the metaphorical bedpost, whom it was very obvious that she was suffering from BDSS... Big Dick Sodomization Syndrome. Midori decided it would be a great time to let go of her wife's hand, move very, VERY quietly up behind the woman...<br/><br/>...and greet her with a big, FIRM swat on her ass that she'd reamed not that long ago.<br/><br/>"We see you're hard at work once more," Midori said with a cheeky grin, quickly composing herself otherwise. "We have come for our bracers, and our recommendations. Any recommendations besides the gnomish fellow while we're at it?"