Hexla slowly runs her hands down the chain mail skirt that covers Sweetwater's backside, making the rivets ring against each other. The witch is seems positively frail compared to the woman she is entwined with, but it isn't for a lack of fitness. Both hands ease the skirt down as she runs her nails lightly over the sides of Sweetwater's thighs, then in between the warmth of her legs. A few mystical words and the top comes of too, undone by an invisible hand which then moves to grasp the giantess firmly by the neck.<br/><br/>As Melody finishes her song, both she and Rhea feel a tug on their hands, as if someone hand clasped them in their own and was pulling them to their feet and towards the other bedroom. It is strong, but not so that it cannot be resisted if they chose to. It seems to be both a silent invitation and a prompt of encouragement to enter the room where a small squeal of anticipation has just escaped the white hair half elf.