Sheraile makes a mock sighing sound at her lover's request for safety... but she does don the magic items that serve as her primary means of protection nonetheless. They don't stand out<em>too </em>much... and she does so enjoy the<em>click-click</em>ing of her high heeled boots against the stone. It's just such a pleasant way to announce one's presence in the room.<br/><br/>"There... all wrapped up, nice and safe." The witch smiles at her lover... and her grin only gets wider when the woman makes her request. How can she say no to a face like that?<br/><br/>So, she turns her back to her lover and slowly bends over, exposing her ass- and drawing the straps that "cover" her tight, giving Aquila a perfect view.<br/><br/>"Wherever you want, love... I might even let you leave a mark to match the ones I gave you... "