Xalendra pulls the fairy out.

With utter disdain and embarrassment, Xalendra reached into the back of her stockings and grabbed at the buzzing little fae. She pulled it out from where it tormented her for those brief moments, and held it by the wing before her.

“Lady Xalendra?!” Kylia exclaimed, looking at the mote in shock. The fairy flapped its wings, yet was only sent to swinging, crying out in a tiny voice as it hung dazedly.

“Ky, I can explain,” Xalendra began. “I saw it fly in here, and I tried to hide it, but...”

The fairy settled, hanging and facing Kylia, who looked closely with awe and confusion. The little fae then seemed to steady itself, looking back at Ky. “A girl, Master?” it spoke in a light, musical voice. “Viri will get her ready for you, Master!”

Before Xalendra could react, the fae slipped from her fingers, and was once again a mote flying through the air. The fairy, Viri, suddenly zipped down to their feet, and then went up the skirt of Kylia's nightgown.

Kylia briefly met Xalendra's eyes with a shocked expression, before letting out a gasp and falling to her knees, dropping the lantern to reach between her legs. “Where's it gone?! Get it out!” she cried, pulling up the hem of her gown and feeling at her underwear.

Xalendra saw the pink glow inside her handmaiden's undergarments and scrambled to do something, yet hesitated when she reached for the fairy. Kylia was making sudden, jumpy movements, shifting every which-way to eventually fall back in the doorway, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to stop Viri.

The young girl let out whines between her gasps, muttering protestations. Xalendra stood, only able to watch, frozen with indecision.