[ Wriothesley's words are perhaps even better than the feeling shuddering constantly through her body; in an instant, she's granted the most delightful mental images, strong enough that she can almost feel the sensation of his mouth on her body, his tongue teasing her as she goes to pieces underneath him.

And then follows his sharp breath in, the faint wet sound of his shifting hand, and Navia's eyes flutter, an answering sound on her own lips as she reaches her free hand to pinch and rub at a nipple through the lace of her lingerie, her tongue stroking over her lower lip as she struggles to form the words against the thrum and her imagination combined. ]

Mm. I am regretting very much that I couldn't be there in person, Your Grace— I could certainly be putting my mouth to better use too. Celebrate your birthday properly—