Chess frowned; this was a problem, if only one was eager, and the one defensive.  She didn't want to force her... but the woman clearly had some nervous issues.  Chess sat up, crossed her legs, and looked at Urlag sympathetically, hoping to disarm her.<br/><br/>"Urlag... I can tell you're interested, curious if nothing else." Chess says, softly "I won't make you... but I think if you let make gentle love to you, that you will find it quite... enjoyable.  If she is... slower about it, would that put you at ease?  Or... would you prefer a more... masculine appendage?  I have a potion, if you would prefer that..."