Illia gasped in pleasure, gently writhing in her servant's grasp. She had had a servant in the Underdark that had performed a similar task for her, but never this well. She whimpered and writhed when Ceres sucked on her tail tip, revealing it was extremely sensitive. It took her a moment to realize that Ceres had asked her a question, and she gestured for her to move back a bit, before dunking down and wiping most of the dirt off in the water, and then surfacing again. She leaned back, suddenly acting far more seductive than she had been, as she gestured for Ceres to continue. "Limbs first, the... 'delicates' can wait for the end. Though not the neck and face."<br/><br/>She flicked her hair back behind, considering a change of her servants position from guard to personal servant, one that had the benefit of increasing a servant's life expectancy in the Underdark.