Gilda was about to smile when she felt contact at the base of her shoulders, where her flight muscles were present. It was a very intimate spot, something she knew the pegasi had as well, and on contact, she felt jolted, as if a lightning bolt lit up her spine and wings. She had never been touched there, in all her life. Her eyes narrowed, fire bursting from her cheeks and stomach  as she stared at Marco, who was grinning like a moron, his hand and arm touching her. 