Dejah blushed as Elphaba stepped closer. She looked up and down, her eyes taking in every curve of her slender body. Dejah knew that she was right - men had no knowledge of women and their bodies, not from experience anyway. So there was a unique draw to what Elphaba was offering.

She bit her lower lip, again letting her eyes flicker over Elphaba's body, the curve of her breasts beneath the black clothing she wore. "I..." she blushed and looked away. "I can't...I'm married." Her husband was missing in action. But still.