"Depends on what you're into," Erin murmurs; she kisses, nibbles, but restrains herself from feeling Daisy up. Her sovereign doesn't often like to be touched that way...

Which, speaking of: "A lot of those ideas do need me to top. Not all of them, mind. If you've ever looked at Tinkerbell with lust in your heart that can be your future, but...I'm my own strap, I can touch you with extra limbs -" Sharp teeth, scraping just barely down Daisy's neck, "- or be your personal dildo -"