Plourr flops onto her side (leaving their legs tangled; way too much work to try to fix that) to better witness said bouncing. She watches a moment, and then, well.

Aeryn has an approving, buck-naked-besides-jewelry princess grinning lecherously at her.

There's a first time for everything.

She scoffs. "Wimp." But she covers Aeryn's feet with her own (after a kick or two).