When she was gifted with her soft reward? She giggled softly. She shifted slightly, propping up on her hand to peer over at Emma, her own tongue slipping out to pluck the dewdrops from her lips and pull them back into her own mouth with a delicate, impish, grin. "I want.." She replied, her hand reached out, carefully curling over the curve of Emma's hip, digging the pads of her fingernails into the supple curves behind it. "..To play a game.."
She pulled herself in a little closer, without even asking, or waiting, for any kind of invitation. "Tell me a secret." Her fingers began to idly spin over the strands of blue silk, tugging at them softly, first up, then down. "..and I won't be the only one her gets a reward.." Her voice try, abandoning all sense of shyness. Now she was just wanton with desire, drunk on whiskey and heat.