[At this point, Camilla could spontaneously catch fire and Relm wouldn't notice, just so long as she keeps her breasts completely still. Staring at her dick wouldn't so much as register for her, she only even glanced away from her sister's magnificent pair to confirm her sketch was still going the way she wanted it to.

This is heaven for her. And hell. Her obsession with big, bouncy tits and the knowledge that her own may never compare are completely at odds now.]

Uh huh. [She forgot what she's agreeing to there. Relm can't even manage what can be called half attention to communication, she's much too fascinated by Camilla's rising nipples. Her own barely change at all when she gets excited, save getting harder, but these ones are visible larger than they were just a minute ago.

Wait, does that mean that Camilla is...? No, no, she can't be getting excited. It's just the air, Relm likes to keep her room cool. Yeah, that explains everything.]

...Yeah, I bet. [Okay, that snaps her out of her breast-ogling fugue a little. Hello, envy, welcome back to being prominent on her mind.] If you want to rest them directly on the bed, be my guest. It won't ruin the sketch or anything.