Of course she doesn't.

Cal paced the corridor outside and thought and overthought. And sighed a lot. Well, she decided, best to just go back to how things were. She certainly would never want to take advantage of her innocent friend. She remembered the feeling of Naomi's impressive breasts in her hands - "want" was the wrong word; she really, really did want to... but she shouldn't. She admonished herself as she opened the door to their shared room. What kind of monster would see a good friend's naivety combined with a weird magical lust aura as an opportunity to get their rocks off?

As the door swung open, the room's two occupants turned guiltily to face her. Naomi immediately starting stammering out an excuse, even as the thin string of saliva still connecting the her juicy rosy lips to Xinae's smug dark smile drooped and snapped. They were kneeling on the bed, Xinae's modest chest dwarfed by the huge rack pressed against it. Both ladies were blushing hard, with their hands tangled in each other's hair; Naomi was barely wearing her nightie at this point, and Xinae's panties had a not insignificant damp spot.

"Oh Calli! It's not... uh, well. Xinae just explained that she felt left out and I wanted to help her and well our experiment - " Cal stuck out a hand impassively, stamping down her emotional response. "That really is none of my business, is it Lady Naomi? You two may carry on if you wish, but I need rest for tomorrow's adventures, and I daresay you do too. We can discuss what we've discovered here with clear heads in the morning." A deep dark part of her hoped that they might carry on, and was disappointed when the two women separated and prepared to sleep.

For as long as either could remember, Cal had habitually slept on Naomi's left side, as close as possible, so that she could defend her lady at a moment's notice (it had nothing whatsoever to do with Naomi's habit of presenting herself as the little spoon in her sleep). However that night Cal did not trust herself, so without saying anything she moved Xinae between them in the bed. The monk knew that she would be haunted by memories of that soft white flesh all night, and the last thing she needed was the flesh in question taunting her with its proximity. The petite rogue did not complain - her short stature had its advantages. In fact, she was in such a perfect position between two pairs of treats she might have trouble sleeping tonight too. Even Naomi felt restless, for a much less fun reason - she was aware that her best friend was unhappy, and that it was probably her fault, but she just couldn't connect the dots... Why?