"Of course.  I wouldn't dare, in general or in particular, save sometimes for breaking memory-wipes."

"Good." She leans companionably on Diana and signs some more to Daisy, who answers with a nod and "yes ma'am."

Ooh, leaning.

Yeah. And eating, and then snuggling.

Ooh, snuggling.  Snuggling is good.

Snuggling is good! You know what's better, though? Snuggling in bed. Scoop!

(Pradnakt's datapad follows behind them, telekinetically.)

Oooh, snuggling in bed is a good idea, Lord Pradnakt~

She has those, sometimes.

Perhaps she'll have a few more.

Goodness, whatever shall she think of next?  ...though speaking of thinking, Diana has just had the best worst idea...didn't she say, once, that her calming technique could project arbitrary emotions?  Diana's somewhat curious what counts, with some physical-emotional edge cases...If Lord Pradnakt wishes to find out, perhaps~?

"Hmmmm."

She doesn't already know how to project horniness, but it shouldn't be hard at all... let's see...

She does start slow, though not to the point where it's hard to notice when it kicks in.

"Oooohhh.  Ohfuck me that's definitely working as intended, Lord Pradnakt, stars above and void between, this is," almost a feedback loop of Diana feeling that and noticing she's feeling that which makes her feel it more which makes her notice -

Pradnakt just lays there for a minute, looking smug and petting Diana's chest and torso.

Oh Force this is so incredibly pressing-her-buttons hot she can't even, desperately arching into Pradnakt's feather-light touch, squirming needily and, almost without any conscious thought whatsoever, holding tight to the feeling of that technique in the Force, inviting, pulling it in, please,

Yeah that doesn't do anything whatsoever, this time.

It does climb to a new plateau when Pradnakt shifts to kiss her, though.

That doesn't stop Diana from clinging brightly to it, even as yet more of her ability to consciously process things is simply overwhelmed by ~!!!

She only strings her along for a little while before shifting again to get properly on top of her, propping herself with one hand while the other - well, it's a little too purposeful to be called wandering, isn't it. Journeys, perhaps.

Oh, Force, it's so much, it's so wonderful, her every nerve's afire and every touch stokes the flames of want, need, higher, please Lord Pradnakt!

Hmmmm....

Yes.

~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Very much so, yes.

Pradnakt does maintain the presence of mind to drop the effect gradually as Diana comes back down, lingering for a few seconds at a low level at the end before dropping it entirely.

Diana gets especially grabbycuddly about this!

(Though it's not exactly that easy for her to move in the first place, with how melty slash wrung-out she is.  Pradnakt hit, so many (good) buttons, and Diana's a bit fuzzy about having thoughts right now because of that, let alone managing something remotely like coordinated limb movement.)

Pradnakt is right here and not going anywhere. (She is perhaps a little flopsome herself; conveniently Diana is also right here. Funny how that works.)