There it is. And here this is, all the chaotic neutral energy Teren can muster: she pulls her head away with a cruel glint in her eye, not minding much that Laskhmi's fingers are digging into her scalp. Here she drums her fingers gently at the base of the woman's thigh, taking care to never let her stop thinking about it.

"Be still," she says in a low purr, ensuring that her breath is pointed exactly where she wants it.