Beau doesn't talk during sex. She's too used to trying to hide what she's doing, like a guilty kid in her parents' house, or trying to stay discrete, like a member of a group of nosy adventurers. Still, she gasps and shudders, moans out a string of curses against Kori's lips.

"Fuck, yes," she breaths, her hips moving frantically against the pressure of Kori's fingers, seeking out more. She's riled up from the kissing and from the fireworks and food. It feels like her her body is all heat and no way to cool down, just build and build.