"A good reason to test your adaptability."

"That sounds like fun."

"Bar should be able to rent us a good private room..."

"Would you mind an audience for your experimentation?"

"Not an appreciative one."

"I'd love an audience."

Then they can go rent a room together.

Luthien sends a quick mental ping to her wife.

She gets back a warm flush of love and a 'Have fun.'

Aww.

She walks with a spring in her step to the room they're renting.

It has a lovely little arena in the main sitting room, with very comfortable benches for spectators and two bedrooms off of it. Fay has a spring in her own step, and:  "Where do you want me?"

She pulls her Bella down to sit with her one one of the benches.

"In the center, I think to start with- Though first I want to ask what your limits are."

She steps into the center.

"No humiliation. No destroying any of my things. No permanent injury or scarring - but there's a guaranteed sufficient medical center downstairs, and we have good healing magic ourselves."

"Understood. If at any point you wish me to stop, please say so, or if it is easier for you, think it very hard in my general direction."

'Yes ma'am,' comes Fay's rather distinct voice in Luthien's mind - far more sharply pressing than anyone can usually manage with osanwe.

"I suppose that will do."

"Now then. I'll start with a song, I suppose..." She takes a breath and begins singing, her voice lilting and sweet, flowing over Fay like honey until the music completely envelops her. The tune changes then, quick staccato notes one after another, each accompanied by a jolt like Fay has been pricked deeply by an ice-cold knife. Beneath that, the melody grows hotter and more concentrated, pooling into smaller areas until Fay feels like hot coals are burning through her skin, her hands, the soft underside of her jaw, a line across her back.

She moans, stiffening, running her hands over the hot spots.

Very nice.

She layers that melody deeper, dotting Fay with those burning sensations from head to toe then back up again until she is entirely covered. As she builds to a crescendo, the coals begin flaring with radiating shocks like stars twinkling in the night sky.

She kneels before that, goes to her hands and knees so she can shake and scream and moan without falling over. 

The song peaks, and all the coals explode at once. Luthien maintains that high point for a minute, then begins stepping things down, the sensations fading one spot at a time as the song slows.

She's well into the land of bliss, floating mentally and smiling dreamily.

She applauds politely as Luthien's song finishes.

Luthien smiles and takes a bow.

She slips off her Lady's lap to go give Fay plenty of kisses and nuzzles and pets.

"A good show," she tells Luthien.