<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla carefully wound the strips of linen around her chest, making sure they were properly done so as to be firm and stable without being too tight or restricting her movements. That done, she added a weaker spell to make sure things stayed in place. Looking at herself in the mirror, she put on her most determined face. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">"I will not kiss Lucien."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she told herself sternly.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> "I will not-- shut up Alexi" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she growled, hearing her brother chuckling as he lay in bed reading. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;go to sleep. It's your fault this keeps happening anyways.&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she pulled on her shirt, walking out of the room and flopping down on her bed to wrap her hands and feet in preparation for a fight. Why he had waited for so late in the day to do this she didn't know.  That done, she slipped out of the room. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;seriously. Go to sleep and stay that way. For my own sanity. I hate cold showers&gt; </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she walked down the hall to the Workroom, knocking before entering. He'd told her this was her punishment but so far it was looking like something she enjoyed. Which made her all the more nervous as she sat down across from him slowly.</span>