Ryja whines as they let go, hips wiggling in their hands. But then there's their voice, and, the tone... She nods, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, "Yes. Yes, I understand. I will be good." Her head is spinning, just a little bit, and her mask is askew again, and there's blood drying slowly where her nails dug into her breasts.

And all she wants is more.