There's no underwear there under the skirt, Daisy; Erin's gone commando just for you. Her breath hitches again, and she stands slowly on shaky legs, excited and nervous and tense with desire that makes her Mantle enfold them both in its scents and powder. Erin leans back against her deadly lover, grinding her ass back against the Hunter. Her wings are a bit unavoidably in the fucking way, but Daisy can order her to get rid of them if she wants that. Erin kinda hopes Daisy gives her more orders, they're making her shiver in delight.

God she's looking forward to seeing what Daisy wants with her. Some light mauling, yes, but...if she had a better idea of the sorts of toys her lover's into, if any, she might have brought more.

"Are you just going to devour me?" Erin teases, her shaking breath making it hard to put on the brat routine. "Or...?""