Joan is, as a rule, easily aroused and impatient. This pace suits her better, and it shows-- she bucks her hips into Beta's, hands scrabbling eagerly at her smooth back.

"Sexy nuns? Are you a mind-reader?" She's never had a thing for nuns, but she's learned a few things in this place-- namely, that previous experience does not illuminate what she's going to be obsessed with in a week.

Joan sighs as she feels hands on her breast, as her nipple hardens. She grabs Beta's ass. Her hand fits between their thighs, her palm grinds between them. "Did you, heh, wear a habit? With those thigh-high stockings?"