"I am terribly considerate." Lu settles back in her seat, legs spread, and content to watch him while she takes her time playing with herself. The tendril steadily moves out from her slit as she works - it's flushed, slippery, and grows from a wide base into a slender coil.

"Let me know if you want a top up." A pause. "Or you're welcome to, ah, take a little from the source if you want."