Her young mind foggy with lust, Yumilia found herself unable to fight the throbbing heat welling up inside her. Once in the room, she threw down her satchel and pulled Freya in, closing and locking the door behind her. Her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding, she loosened the robe to expose her chest and embraced the other girl, pressing herself against her snugly with their bosoms forced together. She wrapped one arm around the girl's upper back, and cupped the soft mounds of her ass with the other, her black wings entrapping the girl.<br/><br/>Leaning in close, with her lips near Freya's ear, she muttered haughtily, as if she were addressing a servant "Freya, how long do you think it will take the wash-woman with my clothes?" Immediately after the words had left her lips, she nibbled softly on the other girl's earlobe, the hand groping Freya's backside slithering lower and cupping the warm, outer-flesh of her womanhood.