Emmaline supports Skye's theory

Skye stared at her for a second, tensed up as if waiting for her to continue, then meekly nodded.

"Gods that's absurd!" Liv said. Even still, her mind lingered back to the image she had seen on the wall--that of a woman being impaled on a cock nearly as large as herself and a faint hint of arousal ran through her. As much as she hated to admit it, watching Emmaline's display hadn't exactly helped either.

"Well I think it sounds reasonable enough." Emmaline said, giving Skye a weak smile. She had pulled herself to a seated position (still naked, though her clothes weren't far away on the ground) and pulled herself onto her hands and knees. She crawled over to the wall and began sifting through the blocks that lay before it. "And it did get me down from there-- thank you for that by the way, Skye."

As she spoke, Emmaline was gathering together quite the collection of bricks, each presumably depicting some fantasy of hers. Knowing Emmaline's tendencies, Liv wasn't surprised to see that the brunette had her arms nearly full by the time she started to approach the gap.

Emmaline quickly began to pull out Skye's answers and replace them with her own. First a block depicting a single woman, surrounded by men, every orifice filled while even more looked on, then of two very similar looking women who might have been siblings locked in a tight embrace, then another which was almost identical to a scene that had very nearly played out before their eyes just a moment prior.

Skye looked form the brick which depicted a woman covered in writhing tentacles, countless elongated limbs burying themselves into her all at once, wrestling each other for the chance to ravage their prisoner.

"Wait, were you...?" Skye trailed off, too shy to finish her question, but Emmalime seemed to catch her meaning. The acrobat gave her a sly smile, her legs nearly rubbing together, faintly oozing that pale purple slime as she pushed the final block into place.