Lauriel’s response to being shoved into the doll’s cleavage is a tired squeak, certainly not unhappy but a little surprised. It’s the most forceful the doll has been this entire time after all. She holds her though her orgasm, softly shifting her grip to better steady her as she spasms and rubs against her thighs.

Lauriel basks in the afterglow for a long minute, holding onto the doll with a soft sigh of contentment. “Adios bless you, for being so perfect” she mummers into the doll’s skin, voice heavy with fatigue. She wants to stay like this for an hour, a whole night.

But all too soon she grows uncomfortable and gently nudges the doll off of her. Shivering a little and reaching into her coat’s inner pockets, pulling a small towel out and beginning to wipe herself off with a small grimace. It’s the one part of intimacy that’s kept her from indulging it, the mess afterwards. She makes a point of offering a reassuring smile to the doll, though, before asking. “I… you may have made me cum hard enough to scramble the past hour or so of my memory. Someone mentioned temporary housing, do you know where that is?” Her tone is awkward, and more than a little hesitant. The lumenflower is still blunting her thoughts but she’s never been in this sort of situation before, and isn’t quite sure how to act.