This gets another grin, and a little<em>hmph</em>of laughter tinged with her physical pleasures at your touch. After another short kiss, she pulls away and lets her eyes lock more fully with yours.<br/><br/>"Very well, my wordsmith..." the woman says, letting herself be drawn closer into your arms. "If you dance with your body as well as you dance with your tongue, I would imagine that it will be fair tribute indeed... I accept your offer."<br/><br/>To seal the deal, per se, she presses her lips against yours once more, her tongue slipping through to caress yours even as a soft<em>moan</em>of pleasure escapes her throat. All formality gone, the oracular robes she was wearing slip away, exposing her fully for your pleasure...