Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
For the next few minutes, Thal works with the man to satisfy herself while bringing him pleasure as well. By the time the water is getting dangerously high, she is feeling pleased with herself and their experience. The sweet smell of desire mixes with the salty ocean water, creating an escape rope for her mind to follow back to the present, leaving the magical clouds of ecstasy behind. Her breathing is quick and a light sheen of sweat glistens on her brow. A smug grin pulls at her lips as her hoarse voice echoes around the filling cavern. "I think your lesson on patience will have to wait for another day." She winks playfully at him and lifts her hand to run it down his chest. With an unconcerned glance around, Thal observes the chilly torrent of water cascading in. Some of the lighter pieces of treasure are floating along the current, painting the walls in a rainbow of jewel reflections. Thal takes her time straightening from the table before letting her eyes find his again. "I guess now is your time to show off how you plan on getting us out of here." There is still a small kernel of worry that he may decide to leave her, but she lets the challenge fall all the same, intentionally implying that he would be getting them both out. Her head tilts in attentive curiosity and excitement tingles across her skin, imitating the movements there only moments before.
