<br/>Acenith nodded at each thing Kass said; but soon she was doing far more than nodding. She whimpered, bit her lip, and cried out, first as her thighs were massaged, them her delta kissed and licked across its surface, then<em>penetrated</em>and licked from<em>within</em>. The girl cried loud, again and again, hooking her shaking legs around Kass and rubbing her calves along the bardess's shoulderblades and nape of neck. Her slender fingers clutched in the dark hair of the Calishite, their squeezing, and her moaning, obeying the rhythms of that tongue.<br/><br/>Aria leaned close enough to peer down between the girl's stomach and Kass's face, watching that tongue dart in and out like a lizard's. The tiefling purred, "Wow, you<em>are</em>talented...I'm trying to commit each little technique I see here to memory....and when this is all after perhaps I shall have to teach such techniques to my favorite fencing student, or coax you to pay her a visit...how like her quick deft rapier you wield that tongue!" She could tell also from looking down that Mulhorandi were naturally a bit swarthier than northwestern Faerunians like herself, but that from what she'd seen so far, the Sharess clergy seemed to groom themselves and apparently that included a fair bit of plucking or use of wax. Perhaps it figured, she reflected - the appearance-consciousness of a pleasure goddess, or the grooming penchants of a cat goddess.<br/><br/>Acenith could only nod helplessly in agreement; her back was arching, breasts bouncing violently, as she threw her hair side to side and moaned ecstatically. Her beaded locks of hair slapped harmlessly against her own copper cheeks and quivering lips. Aria in a moment of black humor muttered to herself, "Hmm, such noise could be useful to replicate to cover the sounds of a prisoner interrogation..."<br/><br/>That thought dispersed when Acenith began to scream like a lassoed cat, gripping her own breasts with her nails digging in; her body convulsed and for a fleeting moment Aria feared she was having a seize - but no, just a wild, feral orgasm. Liquid flowed generously from her to Kass's tongue and lips and chin, and the girl doubled forward to clutch the bard's head for support. After a minute her legs were dangling more weakly over Kass's shoulders, near her naked body now seemed even more metallic a copper hue. A fine sheen of sweat caused it to glisten even in the modest light afforded by the slice of indirect sunlight from the stairs, and the single torch the blonde man had left in a wall-fixture.<br/><br/>Aria giggled, "You made her cum quickly, Kass..."<br/><br/>Arsinoe's voice filtered down, "just as well, we<em>had</em>attended Rana enough to know where to find the things we needed - and you are fortunate that we of the Dancing Lady tend to be vain enough to have portraits of ourselves made, if I may say so!"<br/><br/>She came down the stair landing into the room, with a brush in one hand still entangled with a number of hairs (Mulhorandi tended to be thick-haired, as Aria had been observing), and a short white cotton skirt like her own in the other. Sacmis had a rolled bit of parchment, which she unfurled partially to let Aria see a charcoal-pen likeness of Rana, recognizeable even to Aria from the impostor's guise. She explained, "'Twas Heran - the man who came down before - who drew it actually," she giggled, "He tried to impress her for awhile, when he first arrived."<br/><br/>Arsinoe giggled, "Tried? As I recall it worked. Unless it was someone else I saw him bending over her balcony rail under starlight that time."<br/><br/>Sacmis smiled, 'Well, with that man, you never know."