Tara wriggled and squirmed, twisting her abdomen to scoot away from the dryad's exploring fingers.  The tree spirit mutters something in its own language, but rather than forcing the issue, the dryad returns to seductively stroking Tara's thighs.<br/><br/>In the moment's respite, Tara shoots a glance over towards Esme, her fellow survivor, wondering what is happening.  She can hear tearing cloth, but before she has a clear picture of what is going on, the Dryad behind her suddenly appears, facing her.  The two women lock eyes for a moment, Tara's blue eyes caught on the dryad's bright green ones.<br/><br/>The tree spirit leans forward, slipping its strange tongue out of its mouth.  Tara feels a moment of panic as she tries to decide how to react.  Suddenly, it occurs to her that the dryads don't seem violent.  Maybe they are just playful, or looking to explore.  After a moment's hesitation, Tara nervously parts her own full, soft lips, extending her pink tongue slightly to meet the dryad's lilac one, hoping she's guessed right as she moves to kiss the tree spirit.