The grin that comes to Ayca's face is an infectious, delighted one, with just the slightest bit of tease in it, but a kindhearted little tease.  "Seems Phel is beating me to it," she murmers out with a little grin coming her to face, softly stroking one of her tar-dipped hands along Nuria's cheek.  She watches past Nuria's shoulder, her smile impish at the suggestion.  "Aaah, so a challenge is given!" she announces in a big, over-the-top announcing voice and then turns to Nuria with a quirked eyebrow, "But will she follow through?"  Before the two Delvers can get intimate, Ayca repositions Nuria's shoulders, dragging her around to face the barbarian.  More intimate that way.<br/><br/>"I'll just have to think about my challenge back here," she muses out, kissing Nuria's neck where she hasn't yet been smeared and starting to rub her shoulders with the smear, massaging her slightly before squatting down and starting up on her legs, dainty quick fingers teasing up the insides of her thighs, working over her calves, watching Phelypsis from between the immolators thighs.  Soon Ayca's hands have moved up, whole-handedly grabbing onto Nuria's fine backside again, rubbing the black goo over her.