She watches with keen curiosity, having never seen one before. A glance up at him, and a smile in response; Irhya leans over and pumps some lubricant onto her hand, taking a moment to warm it in her palm and then slicking him up and down. It's odd; it feels thin enough that it could tear at any moment, but is also much stronger than it looks. The gel is slippery against the rubber, enough that she has to wonder if there's some sort of coating to it that increases the effect.

The gears in her mind whirring, she ends up so distracted that she keeps stroking him long beyond what's necessary, then picks her head up once she catches herself and flushes.

"It's not tight or anything, is it?" she can't help but ask, still bearing unanswered questions about how it works.