Her breath would catch in her throat as her big sister's fingers pressed firmly against her thinly veiled labia. Briefly raising up onto her tippy toes in an almost involuntary attempt to escape the teasing pleasure, the backs of her high heels coming a few centimeters off the tavern's floor. Dawn released a shaky almost whimpery breath as those naughty fingers returned to their feather light touch. Even as she kept control of those curved hips, her stance would change in an attempt to covertly increase the pleasure. Her feet subtly parting a bit as she lowered back down from her tippy toes, providing her big sister easier access.<br/><br/>Trained ears caught those whispers from the two young men, though she could not make out exactly what they were saying over the bartender's explanations and storytelling as well as the general noise of the tavern. One seemed to be growing rather uncomfortable while he stole glances at the two of them, she was not sure if he had noticed her hand or not. The other one however did indeed seem to be intrigued by that naughty hand between her little sister's thighs. Her gaze watched their conversation even while the bartender's current story was filling her ears and most of her concentration was on her own nimble fingers.<br/><br/>She returned that welcoming smile as the intrigued brother approached them, she made absolutely no move to withdraw her fingers from their rear entry between her little sister's shapely thighs. Her palm still pressed rather firmly against the lower curves of those mostly exposed southern cheeks.<strong> "Good evening, I am Stephanie and this is my younger sister, Dawn. We are followers of Aaluran"</strong>Arshea was a deity(other than of course Aaluran) that she actually knew a bit about. She knew of Arshea's similarities to Aaluran and that the two deities were close allies.<br/><br/>As soon as she had finished their introductions, those agile fingers began a slow caress over Dawn's silk clad ultra sensitive petals. The pads of her two digits continuing that torturous feather light touch as they traveled over the length of each puffy petal, repetitively ascending and descending. She allowed these motions to be noticeable in her hand, to alert Michael to the fact that she was now softly rubbing her little sister's pussy right in front of him.<strong> "Of course it depends of the favor, but we would love to help a cleric of Arshea. We are indeed renting a room here."</strong>Deep blues greens had quickly found that straining bulge within his pants and were currently admiring it even as they spoke.<br/><br/>Her lungs sharply sucked in air for the second time in a few short minutes as she felt Michael's fingers brush against the side of her right arm as he took hold of the back of the chair next to her. She couldn't help but turn her head to the side, a blush quickly blossoming over her northern cheeks as she offered him a warm smile before returning her attention to the informative bartender. Dawn was not attempting to be rude, after all the bartender was still providing such great information and she knew Stephanie would handle the introductions given that the younger woman was pre-occupied in more ways than one. She was trying to listen to both the bartender and Micheal while keeping her body perfectly still even as those naughty hips tried to wrestle control away from her mind.<br/><br/>There was no question in her mind that Michael had seen her big sister's hand and knew exactly what it was doing. But how long had he been watching? Is that why he approached them? A cleric of Arshea, this evening could get extremely interesting indeed. Her caught heavy breath finally released in a long soft<strong>"Ahhhhhhhaaaaa"</strong>before she was immediately biting down upon that lower full northern lip rather firmly. Her pussy crying out for more stimulation as those wonderfully agonizing fingers tips began their soft caressing through the moistening snug silk of her teddy's crotch, her liquid lust beginning to freely flow. Her nipples were already standing at full attention to strain almost painfully against the tight supportive silk of those strapless cups, providing an almost obscene visual treat.