Emily
"Mmm, those certainly sound like curious pets," the changeling mused, the vines around Nero's hips sliding in between her thighs, under the bikini, and pulled themselves snug against her folds before starting to rub back and forth, a few stray vines wrapping around the bud of her clit and tugging and squeezing at it.
"As for you," Emily continued, turning to Rider, switching over to the role the lavender-head seemed to want her to play, "Have you already lost the ability to speak coherently? Then I suppose it won't matter too much if I do this."
With that, some more vines came up to wrap themselves around Rider's throat, squeezing down for a little while, only to let go long enough for a gasp or two of breath before squeezing back down.
"Now then," she turned back to Nero, a warm smile back on her face as she drew closer, slipping her hands under the string bikini to strum the hardening nipples with her fingers, "Tell me more about these pets of yours."