As Quintus reached for her, Atnorsa went suddenly still, eyes tilting up toward the ceiling and widening. She seemed to be watching something spilling suddenly forth from above in a slow and controlled tumble, watching something unseen winding around Quintus. Her gaze slid sideways through the room, seeing and yet not seeing Mohini, as if what she were watching moved right through the crouched and self-stimulating women. Further aside her gaze slid, stained lips widening in a smile as her gaze slid over something just as unseen around Anastasius.<br/><br/>Her mouth falls open in a soft, delighted laugh, the hand that Quintus has not caught ahold of reaching out, stopping just short of nothing beside his ear, fingertips stroking the air deftly. "Delicious," she breathed. "Ripe and bountiful, a thousand delicious blessings..." and then whatever it was she saw that the others did not made her happy eyes slide closed, arm curling into herself as her head tilted and body gave a slow shimmy, like one nestling into an impossibly many-armed lover, or an encompassing blanket. Whatever it is she sees, it delights her such that the pale woman nearly glows before them.