The phallus sculpture no longer sat upon the pedestal.    It no longer existed.  For it now was a viable member.   As the swollen member protude out like a flag pole from Talia.   As like a mage hand it works on its own.  In thrusting in and out of Talia's precious canal of delight.   It is as if she is being through ravaged by a unseen force.   For now she feels hands upon her pert breasts.  Thumbs rolling her nipples teasing them to attention.    As the half Orc  Rokh is now getting quite a show.<br/><br/>The cleric stands in the doorway.  Eyes going wide in surprise at the sudden  self masturbation by Talia.<br/><br/>Out in the hallway Amara continues to see to the donkey.   As it fights the devil chills it is currently inflicted with.   Unaware what is happening within the room.