Queen Janet the Well-Fingered grins at Susan in the aftermath of that kiss, eyes dark as she watches her. There's a little clench of absence, but she banishes that pretty fast. She can be goal-oriented. "Not bad, Your Majesty," she says; for a second, she just crooks her leg up into Susan's seeking again, but then she shifts, tucks her hair behind her ears, and slinks down, her hands at Susan's hips, then thighs, to urge her back so that Janet can maneuver her legs apart, leaning in, and drag her tongue flat up until she finds her clit.