[ If nothing else, Ilsa can objectively appreciate how, out of everyone she works with, perhaps Eustace is the best person she could have hoped to be in this situation with. Zeta would have stubbornly searched for an alternative solution, bless her headstrong ways. Beatrix may have fainted and perished from the idea of doing anything like this. And she can't even fathom the idea of Vaseraga allowing anyone to see anymore of him than they have to.

So this is more than fine. Extremely fine, she finds herself thinking, watching his naked body take a few steps to find some appropriate spot on the cold stone floor. All of those years of training and fieldwork have made for a partner that makes Ilsa's stomach flutter, a feeling she has to reign in before responding.

Try as she might, there's no masking the nervousness. ]

No. You're fine as you are. It's a shame we're surrounded by nothing but stone.

[ A shame she really can't keep her libido reigned in until they could find somewhere more appropriate. She actually does feel a glimmer of guilt at that, but it's overshadowed by the sensation of cool air hitting her bare skin making her crave his body heat again. ]

I'm going to sit on your face. Is that alright?

[ Ilsa lowers herself next to him, not yet positioning herself to do just that, waiting for the affirmative. But while she's waiting, she doesn't want to pretend like she can approach this completely coldly, as practical as their actions may be.

She idly runs fingers through his hair, keeping a careful and steady hand as she lowers her touch to frame his jaw. ]