That's the thing about her: she's adaptable. She learns her partners' languages. Not specifically to be what they're looking for, but to make the experiences profitable for everyone involved. She might not be invested in being anybody's dream girl, but sex is a two-way operation, and it's only as good as you make it. And she happens to like getting other people off while she gets her own.

He's doing a remarkably good job of warming her up with his fingers; she graces him with a pleasured moan, hitching her hips upward into his touch. Porrim's pleased that he seems just as invested in this pace as she is, and she smirks when she feels him press his hips right into hers. "Come on, then," she taunts, only to have him comply a moment later, causing her head to tilt back, mouth an open, almost triumphant smile. Using him and the door behind her as leverage, and clinging to his shoulders, she hops up to wrap both her legs around his waist, cursing under her breath at the angle shift and the way at causes him to press into her just so.