"Oh?" Despoina stopped in front of Alsiif, smiling. "You are very beautiful, may I kiss you?" When Alsiif indicated it was okay, the Medusa pressed herself up tightly against the Drow, kissing her deeply (contrary to the some of the rumors Alsiif had heard, Medusae tongues - or at least Despoina's - were not forked). Breaking the kiss, but keeping herself pressed tightly against her, her arms hanging over the shorter Drow's shoulders, Despoina continued. "An Ilharess? Oh my!" Another exaggerated gasp accompanied by hissing from her 'hair'. "I feel so important! Oh, oh! Who is it? Is it our own dear Aryyna?" Her snakes seemed as excited as she was. Well, I mean, they were her? Right? How'd that shit work, anyway?