[Everyone starts to take pictures again as they withdraw, but don't leave. They speak and laugh and whistle, showing each other video and different angles, but it all comes to a hush when Levity speaks.]

Not quite. Take a seat at my desk, where you were before.

[She finishes off his drink and when he gets there she makes for him, her walk unhurried. The sway of her hips is undeniably sensual and her breasts bounce just so with each step.

Lily sits on the edge of her desk and simply takes him in Covered in come and worked so hard. And yet he still wants, though it's funny: he can't know that Lily will solve his little problem (that she created in the first place) and yet he stares at her like she's the most important thing in his universe anyway.

She sighs, pleased. Later she might be embarrassed in her flattery, but for now, it is as it should be.

She reaches out with her foot, rubbing his cheek lightly covering it with a blend of come before she moves the tip of it in front of his lips. He got it dirty, he should clean it up.]

You really are such a slut. I suppose there's nothing for it, though. You've done well, very well, Vivi, but we're not quite through yet.

She kicks off her shoes and starts to stroke his cock with her stocking-covered feet.

She weaves another compulsion: he'll find the more she engages him, the more strength will return to him. Oh, she plans to fuck him very well, perhaps to new exhaustion, but she wants him spry first.]

I trust you've learned your lesson, though, hmmm?

[Her foot rubs silken circles over his head while the other one strokes his shaft.]