Oh, well, far be it from her to dissuade him. Her legs part slightly as his fingers go ghosting up her thigh and she grins, head tilted back, peering at him from lidded eyes. There's definitely a spark of happiness that's being kindled into a warm little fire. She trails her fingers down to pull her loincloth back, legs spreading just a little bit more.

"Should I do the honors?"

So saying, she leans over to kiss him, soft and gentle, as she traces the tip of the little toy between her breasts and then down, down, towards her belly and thighs.