Sprillia Spinnererett's heart was beating wildly in her chest, and if she had on any underwear they would have been soaked. Her thoughts were already mostly lustful, with very few rational thoughts left in her head, and she was sure that even if she wasn't feeling like her body was about to demand that certain itchy spots be given attention, that Krynienne basically asked her if she was a lesbian, or had bi tendencies in a somewhat socially acceptable manner.
She wasn't sure what to say. How could she just casually mention romantic escapades, or lack thereof to a succubus or in front of a man with enough influence to flip her world on end as easily as he would a coffee table. She wasn't a virgin, but most of her sexual experiences were without a partner, unless battery operated ones and shower heads counted.
The last almost logical thought she had was one about the rumors of Administrators being able to read minds, before her tongue moved seemingly of its own free will.
