<strong>Oriana, Silas, and Marisa</strong><br/><hr/><br/>When the rogue returned with his rope Oriana was completely oblivious, every ounce of her attention focused on the half-elf straddling her thigh. Her head lolled back, eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation of the other girl's lips and tongue toying with her nipple. Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the rather familiar sensation of Silas's rough hands on her smooth skin and flashed him an apologetic grin. All things considered it hadn't taken much to distract her, even taking her heightened state of arousal into consideration. She stood, pulling Marisa with her as she withdrew her finger from the girl's wet folds and raised it to her lips, licking her nectar from the digit. She smiled, pulling her into a tight embrace to plant a passionate kiss on the alchemist's lips before Silas divided their attentions.