Probably not. Best just get to it.

With Bella in her own quarters and quiet, Ralli laid in her bed, her black and scarred body completely still under the covers. A deathspeaker didn't even dream if they didn't want to: Ralli's ordinary bedtime experience was passing out early and waking up fully rested at the crack of dawn.

Deathspeakers were forged, artificially created servants of the demon lord, tuned for combat... But, for whatever reason, they had functioning reproductive systems and sexual organs. It was a mystery to Ralli. Nonetheless, she had read human sex-ed textbooks in the past. She just had to hope... everything worked the same. Well, this was her human disguise, so she really did expect everything worked the same.

The bigger problem was the lack of imagination. All she could do was lie in bed, pick someone to start thinking about, and hope something unexpected would happen...

Lying under her thin cloth sheets completely in the buff and still smelling of the sweat from the day's exercises, Ralli let her right hand and its trimmed nails explore, trying to summon a hot dream from the clinical realm of her memories.