First, she wants to do some foreplay!

Petra moaned as Sothis began to grope her. "If you are not minding, I would like to be taking a bit of space," she told the genie, who pouted slightly, but floated back without a fuss.

Byleth smirked lightly. "You get used to her, eventually," he assured Petra as she reached up to unbutton her uniform.

"I am hoping so," Petra nodded, shrugging her shoulders, and dropping her uniform top. "She seems... Enthusiastic." She began to work on her skirt and leggings, making sure to sway her body slightly.

"Oh, are you a skilled dancer?" Dorothea asked, grinning.

"There are many spiritual dances in Brigid," Petra replied, stepping out of her clothes and standing only in her undergarments, the top part she deftly removed, exposing her breasts, small mountains of soft tanned flesh, peaked by pale pink nipples that were already hard.

"Oh, I wanna lick those so bad..." Sothis crooned, licking her lips and wiggling her fingers in a way that would seem creepy if one didn't know she wasn't malicious.

"You may... When I am done with the Professor... Or should I call you, the Master?" Petra asked, sliding down her panties. Her nether lips were ripped by an arrow of pubes, neatly groomed and trimmed, as if pointing the way to her entrance.

"Just Master is fine," he noted. "And only in private."

"Oh... Carpet matches the drapes! Though Dorothea, Manuela and I keep it completely smooth!" Sothis giggled.

"That's... Odd. Why would one wish to be bald down there?" Petra asked as she walked to Byleth and climbed into his lap. "We keep it tidy, yes, but don't get rid of it... Unless you would prefer if I did, Master?"

Byleth held her close and started to kiss her as he considered.