To an extent.

Cal managed to roll her eyes, even as she ducked and dodged. What else did she expect from that little guttermind? Still, the situation was extremely dire, and she couldn't afford to ignore any possible edge she could get. And Xinae was right, the way the world seemed to be working at the moment, one's sexuality was a bizarrely powerful weapon.

Rolling under the monster's thick grey arms into a crouch, she experimentally brushed the tip of a finger across his veiny shaft, before quickly spinning away. The reaction was instant, and unexpected. She had been preparing herself just in case for some sort of frenetic lustful attack, but the opposite happened - just for the couple of seconds she was making contact with the thick shaft, the monster definitely slowed his endless ****. Hmm...

She seemingly left herself wide open with an obvious feint the brute easily fell for, then leapt to the side, out of the range of the risen lord's aggressive forward momentum. Her arm snaked in from the undead's side, and she managed to grab the fat grey meat with her whole hand this time, just for a second. She immediately noticed three things: it was surprisingly warm; her fingers and thumb didn't come close to touching around the girth of it; and that merely from her clumsy, completely non-seductive grope, the undead seemed to slow right down. It wouldn't be that easy, would it? Surely not.

Xinae stood completely still in the dusty crypt, unable to turn her head to see outside, and not hearing anything at all except for her own breathing. Thank the Goddesses she had the stone, at least. "Hello? Cal? What's happening out there...?"

Xinae could tell from the tone of the monk's voice that she was blushing. "Well, Xinae, your ridiculous stunt... it worked." The rogue sighed, relieved. "So you distracted it and took it out?! Fuck Cal, you're the best. Now get that beautiful arse of yours in gear and come carry me away or something!" "Mm, that's the thing. Touching its - sensitive areas. It slows it right down, makes it kind of passive. But it's, ah, too powerful for me to defeat it without Lady Naomi, even when it's defenceless. So I'm... I'm just buying us some time." Xinae laughed in disbelief. "So what, you're just sitting there, jerking that fucking zombie off? Ha!" She waited for Cal's disapproving response, but nothing came through. Just a deep sigh, and a rhythmic wet sound. "No. Seriously?!"

Cal spoke in a voice that quelled any further questions. "...Yes. I don't particularly want to talk about it." Xinae was the most conflicted she'd ever been. Her friend was heroically saving her life - via a zombie handjob. Should she be smug? Grateful? Funny? Teasing? Horny? Probably all of the above.