As the squire is going crazy on the dancer's navel, she realize that the sensation is somewhat... pleasant? For a moment, she was caught in a daze, but quickly snapped out of it. She tries her hardest to keep her mind focused on her objective.
She realized that even though the squire's action was somewhat frantic and random, there was kind of pattern to it. From the way he dug and scraped her bellybutton with his tongue, its almost like he's trying to get something out.
Perhaps in their muddled state of mind, affected by the dance, they still have the instinct to go for the source of the magick, or at where it was most concentrated. In this case, it was her midriff.
Incredible Intruder
2020-05-06 02:09:05 +0000 UTC