"Do go on," the drow said. "And please, call me Midnight, if you don't feel like using 'Mistress'. Although I love the sound of that," she said, as she slowly stalked up the bed, gently pushing Ivy back, as she moved on top of her, knees between Ivy's legs, hands on the bed, holding her up, staring into the elf's eyes with her striking, violet ones. "Here I was, expecting to have to pin you down, or chain you up... and now I'm thinking that, if I kissed you, you wouldn't even fight it, would you?"<br/><br/>She slowly lowered herself closer, their breasts touching, until their lips were only an inch apart. "This might almost be.. more enjoyable..." she mused.