"By the gods, you're beautiful," Beau breathes. It's not as if much of Kori had been hidden by the sheer tunic, but seeing her laid out beneath Beau like this does some kind of thing to the monk's brain.

That, and Kori's touch. That does something to her, too.

She moans softly as she swirls her tongue around Kori's nipple, her hands moving over those muscular curves until they settle on her hips. She does not fool herself into thinking she could truly hold the other woman down -- and that's hot -- but she does hold on there for a moment as she rolls her hips against the other's leg. It's a bare bit of friction, but it'll do in the moment.