Panting faintly, Quitxi arches up and strokes her hands down Sophie's arms, smiling faintly as her red hair pools and curls around the girl's face in the pool.<br/><br/>"That sounds nice," she says quietly, her white, pointed canines gleaming faintly in the full-lipped smile.   She rises, reaching her feet slowly and carefully working at the facets of her armor.  Every inch of her skin is a variation of the golden hue that glistens prettily in the sun, the aureoles of her nipples pale pink on small, firm breasts, upturning smartly skyward.  Her sex is clean, a thin patch of vibrant red at the peak, accenting perfect, youthful contours on a remarkably taut form.<br/><br/>Not a hint of shyness now, she folds her hands behind her back and waits for Sophie's positioning.