In the time it takes for you to set about undressing and laying down, Zilpah manages to undo her suspenders and wiggle out, wings fluttering and curly hair bouncing slightly before she climbs up towards you. She giggles with glee as she rains kisses down on your chest and collar, working her way up along your neck and jaw towards your lips and tracing a hand down between your breasts, massaging your abs and working it's way down, either to help with undoing your pants or looking to slide in under them. Her wings flicker the whole time, almost like a hummingbird flickering around. In the dim light of the room, her skin is almost glowing with how pale she is, she's barely marked at all from her time on the crew, with a figure that some might argue was almost boyish with how narrow her hips were and her smallish bust, but she was lithe and nimble, with an appetite to match most people who were twice her size in all kinds of different ways. Above the two of you hangs an odd collection of knicknacks, that look like bird skulls hanging in the air by threads, touch macabre, but perhaps that's just some quirk of hers?
"Yeah, I'll admit this place ain't exactly the neatest, 'spose it wouldn't hurt to clean up a little bit more often..." she mutters offhandedly, lips pressed lightly against yours for a moment before continuing her assault, you hear a couple of dull thuds at the foot of the bed as she kicks her boots off, the poor things having been claimed by the mess. "Course, I'm assumin' that the sooner I do, the sooner you'll come for another round?" she asks, already thinking of the next time you'd play together.
Moving back down from your face, the pixie traces her slender tongue down along your collar before putting a few small marks on your breast. Once she reaches your nipple she wastes no time in taking it into her mouth, suckling and lapping at it greedily. For her size, she was definitely aggressive.