Dorathia nods her understanding, even as she gasps out her increasing pleasure.  She realizes that her imagination has done it's work, for the moment, but the sight if the Dark Elf fingering his own pants causes her to flinch.  Still, she makes herself continue to gasp with the elf's fingers.  She glances at the other Drow, asking.  "Is your... son?  Friend? Watching, or taking me after you?"<br/><br/>She glances up with a confused, almost eager look, as if the second were more too her taste.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bluff</div><div class="spoiler_body">15 bluff check to fake a growing eagerness. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30070)<br/></div></div>