[ Oh.

She watches that happen with unabashed fascination as well, her eyes wide and face blotchy and flushed. It's a little embarrassing, actually-- how much she's fixated, as the pair harden alongside the press of her thumb. She shifts that finger just a little, to graze against them, to feel them as they push and fill out in the open air.

This is definitely not made for a human body, in a way different than Sett's was. The shape is entirely foreign, and the ridges-- the way they fit into each other-- are the females meant to take both at once? Separately? Maybe Sett was right, and they have multiple holes for this sort of thing? That hunger doesn't fade; she's not looking at Dan Feng's face, but frankly, her own pants are starting to feel entirely uncomfortable by this point. He isn't too terribly large. She could take that, surely.

She leans into his touch, as her finger carefully brush over the ridges, testing their softness-- she almost doesn't hear him, and belatedly looks up. ]

I-- oh. No, it's-- It's just... unknown to me? I mean, I don't, um. It's not that I don't want to.