She gives Cal some valuable advice.

"Okay, Cal. Best you tell me all about the situation with your zombie loverboy there, maybe I can help." Xinae tried to stay somewhat professional, remembering that despite the ridiculousness of the situation, her and her friend's lives were at stake.

The rhythmic wet sound and everything it implied undercut Cal's calm, pragmatic response. "It's just looming over me, hands at its sides. Its face is totally still, no expression, just occasionally a deep moan. It is quite creepy. I hope that Lady Naomi arrives soon. Have you heard from her yet?"

Xinae sighed; she was still getting no response from the other member of their group. Anyway, Cal wasn't going to avoid telling her about the most interesting part of this weird situation. "No, not yet. Listen, tell me more about what it is you've - ahem - got your hands on, so I know what we're dealing with."

Cal's embarrassment was sublime. "Um, I'm just standing in front of the risen, stroking its appendage a bit with one hand, and somehow it's made the monster completely immobile. The appendage in question is, it's... thick. Very thick. My, my hand doesn't fit all the way around it..."

Xinae whistled appreciatively. "Fuck... that sounds kind of incredible. Like, impressive, I mean."

"...It is..." Cal's voice got quieter and quieter. Was it Xinae's imagination, or was the monk a little into it? Xinae was definitely having a little trouble focusing, despite the danger.

"You're just stroking that zombie dick one handed? From those gross sounds you must be doing it pretty slow too. Heh, any other guy would start to get bored - " She was cut off by a low rumbling groan coming through the speaking stone, followed by Cal's worried voice. "Shit. It's starting to move again. It's kind of vibrating, I don't know what's happening..." "Maybe he is bored! Listen Cal. Try gripping the dick harder, and pumping faster. Just trust me."

Cal's voice came through the stone, amazed despite herself. "...How did you know that would work?"

Xinae smirked, as much as her partially paralysed face would let her. "I think maybe I've got a little more expertise in this particular area than you have. Have you ever jerked a cock before? Undead or alive, either counts." Cal's silence told her all she needed to know. "That's what I thought. You prefer your bread buttered on the other side, eh? I can tell these things. You should probably use both hands by the way, if it's as big as you say."

"Xinae, I refuse to have this conversation right now. Or ever! But don't be smug, because you're wrong. And no I won't elaborate. But - but I will follow your advice."

It took a few more deep growls and Cal begrudgingly stripping down to her athletic underwear to test the creature's response, but eventually the women had fully grasped the situation. It seemed that the risen lord would only be pacified by an erotic element for a handful of minutes, and then would require additional stimulation to prevent it from rumbling back to full power. Cal was trying not to think about where this was leading, and prayed Lady Naomi would appear at any minute. Xinae's thoughts were already in overdrive at the sordid promise of escalation, but she was, for once, trying to keep her perversions in check - for the sake of her comrade.

The lord was soon letting out its deep vibrations once again, hands twitching. "You might have to use your mouth, Cal..." Xinae tried not to relish the sentence too much, reminding herself that the situation was dire.

"I absolutely will not be doing that. To be honest... I'm not sure I could fit this thing in my mouth, even if I wanted to. And I do not." Cal was firm.

"You have to do something! How about dirty talk? If that thing even understands Plains. We have to try it! Here, I'll even tell you what to say."