A low moan rolls past her lips, and her head tilts back with the blissful torment of teeth, one hand bracing at the side of her bath so she doesn't grip at Rani too hard. Don't squirm, she tells herself, a useless lecture on conduct playing in her mind, as though either of them were concerned about conduct now.

She can't help a little retaliation, bringing one of Rani's hands to her lips so she can kiss the knuckles, and then sucks her index finger into her mouth, tongue dragging against the underside of it as she slowly draws it back.

Wordless approval, suffice to say.