Blush. "N-Nobles cause trouble with each other sometimes out here, but it usually doesn't spiral out of control and hurt the little folk if you're not a fighter. Just changes who we're paying our taxes to."

"Lucky."

Ame turns around, then, so Ophile can finish the sketch of her from behind.

Incidental exposure manages to thoroughly embarrass her normally, but having a job to do distracts from that, but vague naive imagining of how Ame is going to pay for that job makes it about ten times worse. She continuously blushes as she sketches, biting her lip.

"I think I've got enough detail to make a good replica," she says slightly regretfully. "I kind of want to sketch you wearing other things... There's so little on you there's actually not much room for looking pretty the way clothes can."

Ame shrugs at that, then slinks in close.

"If you're still conscious an hour from now, maybe we could play dress-up with me as the doll. If not... well, there's always tomorrow."

"C-Conscious? Please don't literally-" mumble "-me unconscious. That would be alarming."

Ophile is so cute.

"I certainly wouldn't want to do anything alarming."

"Good." She adjusts her hair slightly.

"I guess it's time to - pack up my things and go home. With you."

"Yep. I'm all yours."

Actually, Ame will briefly detour to buy that leather coin pouch, first, so she isn't carrying around a bunch of loose silver.

Then Ophile can show Ame her bed.

She ducks into the bathroom immediately, declaring an intent to wash up.

She has to take several deep breaths before coming out again nude a couple of minutes later, hands twisting anxiously.

Ame was listening for sounds of undressing, so when Ophile emerges, it's to find Ame also completely nude, sitting on the edge of Ophile's bed. Ame, not reacting even slightly to Ophile's nudity, gives her a gentle smile and pats the covers next to her.

"Come sit."

She looks at Ame in that same 'slightly stunned' way a bit, then does, a twist in her gut.

"I don't actually... Know. What to do now. 'M kind of scared."

"That's why I'm here. To know, and to do. So you don't have to."

Ame loops her arm around Ophile's waist and pulls her in close, gently guiding her to lean on Ame. She takes Ophile's free hand and brings it up to cup Ame's bare breast.

"I'm here to work my art of pleasure upon you, so don't worry about pleasing me. Think of me as a healer, here to 'heal' your unfilled urges, your unmet carnal needs." Ame's hands caress her hip and belly. "Now tell me, where does it... ache? Yearn? Besides the obvious, I mean," she adds, her hand gliding down briefly between Ophile's thighs.

Ophile leans into Ame - and 'eep's and squeezes her legs closed when her hand goes down.

"I don't know. How do you know that? Touching me is - nice. And you're so soft... Just, hug me?"

"Skinship deprivation," Ame diagnoses with mock seriousness. "Here."

Moving slowly, but firmly, Ame reaches over, under Ophile's opposite thigh, and lifts. With her other arm already holding Ophile close around the waist, Ame guides the other girl onto her lap, straddling her waist, their fronts pressing snugly together, Ame's larger breasts enveloping Ophile's own as Ame pulls Ophile's head down onto her shoulder.

"Kiss my neck, just forward of the tendon. The skin is soft there, it'll feel nice on your lips."

!!

Their breasts! And hips! And faces! She's so close to Ame! So much pressing and soft!

It's kind of overwhelming. She stiffens and shuts her eyes. Where are her hands supposed to go??

...Ame would know what's nice. So she tries it, breathy kisses on her neck.

"Mmm. That's good. Feel me. Your body knows what it needs, let the sensations take you. Give your hands what they want. Don't think about what you should touch. Just touch."

Then, once Ophile relaxes again, she slides her own hand down the other girl's spine, over her butt, to gently caress Ophile's vulva from behind.

Ophile keeps kissing Ame's neck hungrily. Her hands end up on Ame's shoulders and arms, mostly.

This earns another 'eep!' and a whole-body twitch upward.

Ame gives her a gentle squeeze and keeps up the gentle caresses at the same pace until Ophile adjusts and is able to process the sensation normally. Meanwhile, she'll close about ninety-eight percent of the way to a kiss on the lips, tempting Ophile to close that last bit of distance.

Ophile totally does that! ...She's not a very good kisser. She's trying to have as much of her body in contact with Ame's as possible, needily pressing against her. Skinship deprivation seems about right.

Ame isn't here to critique Ophile's kissing skill, or any of her other skills. She's here to melt Ophile into a puddle of pleasure.

Ame is a huge fan of skinship herself, so Ophile's skin-hunger is met with genuine enthusiasm, as they continue to make out and Ame continues to rub Ophile's vulva, not so much stimulating her as teaching her body to expect to be touched there.

Maybe fifteen minutes in, Ame observes that Ophile is ready for more, and tips backward so they're laying flat. She rolls them over, and starts kissing her way down Ophile's body. The transition from hand to mouth is seamless, never leaving Ophile's pussy alone long enough for it to recapture any shyness.

She brings Ophile to the edge easily, then shifts into what she likes to call 'a study in contrasts', dancing with the rythmns of the other girl's body from slow, light licking to intense sucking and fingering. The thing a lot of people miss, is that desire, arousal, pleasure, and satiation are all separate things. Knowing which of those things you're trying to make your partner feel goes a long way.

When she makes Ophile cum, the pleasure is explosive but not overwhelming; it immerses her in pleasure but leaves her wanting more, and Ame gives her more.

Eventually, Ame switches into a sixty-nine position, more to resume the skinship than to get Ophile to reciprocate the oral sex. She settles into a slower, ramping build-up technique toward Ophile's final, ultimately satisfying orgasm while laying flush on top of her, rubbing her whole body with her own and giving Ophile access to Ame's hips and sex should she feel inclined.

Ophile is never in danger of literally passing out, but she almost certainly gets the joke, now.

Ophile is a little too incoherent to try reciprocating by then.

"Skills are amazing. That was amazing. You must have at least level twenty in something sexy. I'm sure of it. Mmmmm..."

"I wouldn't know."

Cuddle cuddle.

The hour's up, but she doesn't need to be anywhere until noon, so she's not going to mention that.

Ophile wants to cuddle, but one of her Skills is time management. She pushes it out for five minutes then decides surely Ame will notice it's been too long soon, and reluctantly gets up.

"That was - so good. I'll go start on your order soon. I might have it done this evening, but it could take until tomorrow instead. Do you want cotton or satin or nola?"

Ame gives Ophile one last nude skinship hug and a lingering kiss, before re-dressing herself.

"I'm not sure how long I'll be in the dungeon with Arwen, but I'll be fine if it takes until tomorrow either way. I'll take your recommendation and go with nola, why not."

"Eeeeheheh..."

Ophile knows it's not love, but she feels so relaxed and giddy that she practically skips back to her stall and doesn't care at all about all the gossip that results from Ame leaving her house a minute later.

If Ame wanted to spread rumors that she's good at her favorite job, defrosting Ophile did that wonderfully.