Karla had no idea what Leda was going on about. "Precisely," she said, breath tickling Leda's ear. "I'm glad we understand one another."

She paused, concentrating, trying to remember a spell she'd read about. Phantom Hands, it was called. It could...riiiiiiiight.

Karla kept her hands on Leda's shoulder's, lightly running her nails down along her arm. The sensation of another set of hands, however, begand skimming up Leda's legs, above the knee, to mid-thigh, and then back down again.