Sonya groaned and sighed as Belar continued to both scrub and tease her body. She whimpered and bit her lip as he played with her sex, teasing her folds and exploring her with his finger. Sonya craned her neck to look at him, her face starting to turn red.<strong>"Y-you're making me more dirty than clean. I think you'll have to lick me clean at this rate..."</strong><br/><br/>Promise's hasty retreat from the bath drew the lunar's attention away from the fingers at her cunt. Groaning, Sonya stood up from the bath, Belar's fingers falling away from her. "Promise, wait!" She called, running after her. Promise's arousal didn't escape her notice, which only made Sonya want to be with her more.<strong>"Promise, did I do something wrong?"</strong><br/><br/>Sonya wanted to make Promise hers... and had a feeling that the abyssal was still a virgin, given her hesitation at receiving such attention.