Whitefish River [m] lava lamp

Aleks seemed fine with the fact that Grezig was a virgin. He was taking this as logically as she was, which cut down on any awkward feelings she might have been experiencing otherwise. She nodded. “All right.” She took another step toward him. “Don’t expect me to be very… loving, or anything.” The thought of sidling up to this man and licking the corner of his maw grossed her out so badly. She wasn’t doing this because she loved him. She didn’t even know him. She was doing this mostly to get it over with, so that she could say she’d done it.

Without much hesitation, she turned so that her butt was facing him, and then lifted her tail out of the way. She looked over her shoulder at him, perhaps the sexiest pose he was going to get out of her, but only did it so that she could ask, “Like this, right?” 

But then a noise distracted her and she turned her face back around so she could see in front of her—and locked eyes with Siege. He was relatively far away, but still close enough that she could see his face. And she looked right at him as she stood prone before another man. Well. If he wanted a go, he’d have to wait his turn. She motioned with her head for him to get the fuck outta here and then turned back towards Aleks. “Do not worry about him. Continue.”