Iramaat's probing fingers find what she's been looking for, brushing Everett through the (very thin) cloth of his outfit and giving an appreciative little coo while she cops herself a feel. Of course, she's a little distracted by the way he's giving so much wonderful attention to her breasts and her breath continues to come quick - maybe a touch ragged. She peers at him, eyes lidded as he flips her skirt to the side and she spreads her legs for him, tongue darting over dry lips.

"Please... do show me that that wonderful tongue of yours does more than just spin silver words," she says with a low, throaty laugh, "And I'll reward you appropriately."