Vash'ti studies Quinta with careful scrutiny, seeming to regard her with a mix of intrigue and pity.  "You carry your past on your skin, warrior," she says, the voices low and breathy, before she opens her lips into a dark O and breathes a soft coo as Quinta draws the taloned thumb into her mouth.  The black eyes drink her form in, her fingertips splaying on the warrior's cheek and allowing her free reign as the bold young human begins to explore.<br/><br/>The flesh of her back is as warm as her touch, and the black-eyed being shows no hesitation in cupping the fire-haired elf's bottom in her hand-- seemingly lost in the sensation of two bodies so close, her hand roams and savors the swell of pale flesh in her grip, her gaze drifting over from the attentions of the human to rest on the sight of the fire-haired girl's reaction.  That gaze seems to drink them both in as she kneads the flesh of Fiera's backside while watching her tentative exploration of the warrior's desires.  Her teeth are set as she bends to place one searing kiss upon the redhead's neck as her hand roams lower to the tops of her thighs, then back up-- seeming to compare and savor the flesh there.<br/><br/>She watches, over that pale shoulder, to see Quinta's reaction to Fiera's touch.