Demi had sprawled out, face first, on the cushion, the Sunite straddling her back, and rubbing her, running her fingers through her fur. Unlike Chess, she hadn't stripped down at all, but her dress' design left most of her back exposed, anyway. "Mmm, she has good hands," Demi murmurs, sighing contentedly.<br/><br/>The woman behind Chess does, in fact, accept the offered flesh, starting with her back for a few minutes, before letting her hands slide around to the front. "Not all pursue this art, no. We are acolytes studying the skills, currently, however. If you'd like, we can set up an appointment for a more detailed and intimate massage, at a later time," she says, giggling softly, speaking quietly into Chess' ear.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the massage doesn't last for long, before the same half-elf returns, and announces, "The Heartwarder will see you, now." Once the two are dressed and ready, she leads them deeper into the temple, to a small room, not unlike the one where Chess met with the priestess of Elistraee, only a few hours prior, although this one is clearly more designed for accommodating sexual encounters, as well. The Heartwarden is an older, yet still attractive, red-headed human woman, dressed in her priestly robes, which bare her right breast currently curled up on a similar cushion, with a younger woman nestled against her. "Forgive me if I do not stand," she says, smiling pleasantly, gesturing for them to take seats nearby. "How may I help you, today?"