Naal shifted as Nariko climbed aboard, getting them nice and snugly settled in.

...and shifted again as Nariko rattled off her suggested alternatives, flushing slightly. Despite having barely sipped her wine she was in a suggestible mood right now, and imagined scenes flitted through her mind as fast as the other woman could describe them.

Rather than a laugh it produced a faux-disgruntled whine, more or less playing along. "You tease. Don't get nice and comfortable and then tell me I could have had better. She hung her head in resignation or perhaps to give Nariko a good disappointed stare... though her half-lidded eyes looked more sultry than anything, and it did put her lips in reach for that kiss Nariko had been hoping for, if she was willing to stretch a bit.