"Isn't slow harde—oh." Okay, they were starting already. She was okay with that. With Bat in her lap, she let her hands hover for a moment before tentatively reaching out and trying to find someplace they would fit like her hips or maybe her sides or... something. There had to be a place to put them, right?

Letting out a small, pleased grunt at the hand along her breast. It felt good, the lips on her earlobe helping spread the same feeling down her body. She tried to stay still for whatever was about to be done, unsure of what her participation should include. Maybe she should follow the lead being given? Then again, maybe you weren't supposed to do that with a person you hired. Would that be rude?