Astrid's eyes travel up and down your body as you strip in front of her. The transcendant state of arousal is enough to have her almost drooling at every inch of unblemished skin you reveal. She's quick to scramble to her knees once untied, keeping them wide apart for your access to any intimate bits that might be dripping on the floor at the time. A couple of quick nods follow your suggestion to get started.<br/><br/>The half-elf listens intently as you explain the pledge she's about to take and nods some more, unable to resist touching her own slit and chest for as long as it takes you to finish. Finally, she takes your tail into both hands, holding it near the end and letting the flared tip poke out as though handling an extra long phallus.<strong>"I... I swear my soul to you, Astarotte."</strong>Without another word, she presses her lips to your tail spade in a loving kiss and uses one hand to guide it lower, holding it so that just one push would be enough to enter her slippery pussy.<br/><br/>(Sense Motive, please.)