[ It takes her a brief moment to parse what he means by 'pussy', and then she understands, two and two together, her eyes widening and her cheeks going all the more red and flushed. Her eyes drink him in, listen, understand it all, and she's nodding. A harness, an attachment to her hips, and then she might... She might...

Well.

The urge to kiss him more is a little overwhelming, but she shoves it aside, and focuses on him, on what he is telling her and what he is asking for. ]

Would it feel as if it is my own? Or will it feel more akin to an object?

[ Her fingers trail along it gently, curious, wondering. ]

Would it, perhaps, work with my own magic? If they were to understand one another, work together...