She moans, warmly. The fight left her wonderfully sore, and she could happily let them press into every aching point of her body as hard as they can. Their restraint, however, gets a warm smile. Not all of her partners have been so respectful, though she hasn't always sought that out, so to speak. The number of Ishgardian nobles she's entertained attests to that.

"In whatever manner you wish." She wonders what they'll find between her legs. It's always such a fun surprise! The glow of her markings is pulsing faintly, again, steady and slow with her arousal.