While hearing the voie of someone familiar can sometimes be calming for some...Clara found herself unable to stop herself from flinching at the feeling of one of her legs being held firmly by the other woman's hands. The feeling very unfamiliar...but not one that Miss von Peach could openly say was unwelcomed. Definitely compared to the feeling of the Mimic biting down on her waist and walloping her adorably ample ass. Even if such a thing could be what influences the 'very long talk' that Rianda has planned.
"O-O-Oka-eep!" Clara's attempt to speak up however was cut off by the stronger woman successfully pulling the half elf free from the Mimic's jaws...maybe a bit too successfully as the pair end up colliding with enough force to make Rianda fall down to a sitting position and the scantily clad 'young lady' falling down so that her delightfully doughy domes are sat down upon the rescuer's right thigh. "S-S-Sorry," the massive mooned maiden stutter out before trying to get up off the physically stronger woman.
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