Quinta has recovered her poise quickly. Army camp life has inured her to varying degrees of public nudity, she was reluctant to strip only because of the comparisons that would be made between herself and two women she considered far more atttractive.  But Vash'ti's  unabashed lust, and Fiera's adorable blush brought her nerve back quickly<br/><br/>Quinta locked eyes with the taloned woman for a moment.  She slowly pulled the strange woman's thumb out of her mouth and closed with Fiera, the elf's soft touch on her leg had touched off a warm tingle.  She shifted stance, spreading her feet very slightly as she bent her head and kissed the mage lightly.  A bare brush of lips against lips, nothing more, then kissed her again with a touch more firmness.<br/><br/>She was still holding Vash'ti's hand in hers, one of which began flowing up the Fae's arm to her shoulder, drifted along her collar bone, and then down to stroke lightly between her breasts.  The soldier let go of Vash'ti's hand then and laid it on Fiera's hip,  Quinta shivered then slid her hand to cup a bottom cheek of her own.  Her lips stll brushed across the mages, the pressed more firmly parting as the warior woman's tongue flicked out.  A bare, brief partinge of the elf's lips, then a less tentative probe as Quinta deepened the kiss.