Yumi found herself leaning forward, holding her hands together between her thighs as Freya massaged her sensitive wings with the soapy cloth. She bit her lower lip as the girl's chest rubbed against her, blushing and keeping her eyes closed, and felt the nipples of her own, pert breasts, which could not quite be called a handful, stiffening with arousal.<br/><br/>"Mmn, F-Freya, I... think I can finish up on my own; I'm feeling a little hungry, could you tell the chef here to start a meal, and maybe take my clothes to a washwoman for me? I'll give you some money for everything later of course..."