<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Phelypsis had somehow missed Ayca stripping before she actually looked at the barmaid again. She couldn’t help but have her eyes take a double look at that supple feminine body dressed in sexy bits of black. Phelypsis had quietly reclined to take a backseat and rub the dye on Nuria’s back. The view from above the smaller girls made the andra’s head swoon. Both were naked, with lust written clearly on their eyes and faces. Her eyes trailed down to those soft little mounds swaying to the deepened breaths and to Ayca’s hands grabbing and groping Nuria. Phelypsis could feel her own arousal growing to match the pair’s. The loincloth was beginning to feel a little sticky as she fidgeted, rubbing her thighs together. She figured if this was how sexy things usually went down it was pretty hot. The whole steamy moment and the low flirty chatter had Phelypsis in a trance, just vacantly rubbing Nuria’s lower back again and again.<br/><br/>Phelypsis blinked a few times. That question broke her out of it. Suddenly she was acutely aware of herself still being clothed, gently spreading the paint and getting left behind from the lust ship that these two had hopped on about three harbors ago. Ayca would soon have it, Phelypsis could feel that the naughty redhead was building up her first request. She would need to fight! Quick! Else all three would be Ayca’s while Phelypsis still was left in by now uncomfortably clingy panties to watch from the sidelines all desperate and bothered as the two did who knows what.<br/><br/>“Me! Me!” Phelypsis exclaimed, bouncing up and down a few times to make sure they noticed her and understood the first turn was hers! “Ahm…” She did not yet have a request though. Her brows furrowed in intense pondering. Biting her lip, she still couldn’t come up with anything. “Uhmmmm…” The pressure to not fail them started to show in a growing frown and ears flopping, but right then Phelypsis came up with something to give her extra time! She cheered visibly, even the tail began swirling excitedly as she looked back up at the two. Phelypsis tried to look all smug and sexy like she had seen Sydney and Nuria do, try drop her voice to a gentle sultry tone and keep her grin all mischievous-like. “Hehe… wait a minute, I need to also undress first,” she said.<br/><br/>The top plates of the valkyrie armor fell off after she loosened a few straps. With it fell her wings. Freed from the stuffy confines her big stiff nipples puffed to stand up straight. The helmet, armguards and boots came off quickly as well and finally the loincloth. Phelypsis pulled it down her thick thighs, bending a bit to take it off her ankles. She had barely even trimmed herself down there. A tuft as wild as her hair grew right above her sex. The growth grew much thinner at her lips, leaving the bright red demon bits to glisten in the lantern light.<br/><br/>Finished and now standing nude with the two others Phelypsis could feel the anticipation in the room and the blood throbbing. She grabbed the other elbow; a defensive reflex, though it only ended up pushing her breasts up. Undressing had left her a step away from the pair and now returning to them felt about as indecent as going out into the street and asking to be fucked. Plus she still had to propose a task to Nuria.<em>Oh no…</em>Every second of not speaking made it feel like she had kept them waiting for a year. Her eyes zapped around Nuria’s body, never quite managing to look up. “Uhmm...  uhh…  ahhmm…  y-you could, err…” Absent minded fidgeting chanced to lead her little finger to brush against her hood. The unexpected shivers of pleasure elicited a little muffled gasp and a much more easily spotted wince that led to deeper blushing. Her thoughts rushed down there. A wave of heat and lust washed through her body from below. A deep quivering breath left Phelypsis’ lips with words, "You aren’t going to…   Need your hands, when we paint, so…” Phelypsis looked up. Big yellow demon eyes managed to stay locked with Nuria’s. Her ears burned and heart danced tribal tunes as she took a step forward, wrapped her big but slender fingers gently around Nuria’s hand. “...y-you could d-do something to… to keep us entertained while we paint,” Phelypsis blurted out and pressed Nuria’s palm clumsily against her crotch.