[ When they press close, Molly sighs happily and then curiously watches their breasts squish together prettily. It's very arousing and like art at the same time, soft and supple bodies fitting together between thin fabrics.

When the goddess cups those breasts it draws a little gasp from the tiefling, the silky dress first rubbing over her nipples and then Ditey's fingers giving a little pinch as well. It feels so good that it sends a shiver through her body. ]

I love them. [ Molly admits with a bright smile. She always wanted to try them... real ones rather than some padding when she was in a femme mood. ] It does feel different... but only in good ways. I'm not sure if they're more sensitive because I'm a woman or if it is the novelty of it, but I adore them. Not too big, not too small.

[ Too big would get in the way of her swordsmanship, she figures, and the slender gymnast build wasn't quite made for glorious curves like Aphrodite's. ]