Lilith lay naked on the simple, uncomfortable, cot along the left facing side of the cubic cell. Like the rest of the laboratory proper, Lilith’s cramped living space, if it could even be called as much, was devoid of color, character, and anything else that might inspire an iota of warmth; sterile and, to Lilith's tastes, quite boring. The glass, or, no doubt, stronger material, door was her only view out into the lab proper and there was no other window outside to provide her with a sense of time. The various screens and workstations provided little in the way of entertainment, unsurprisingly.<br/><br/>The good doctor, however, was plenty interesting in her own right to keep Lilith’s mental faculties from boredom. Too smart for her usual repertoire of tricks but easily eclipsing such barriers with the possible, inevitable, payoff.<br/><br/>With the connection to the sleeping woman’s mind severed, or, rather, weakened, Lilith opened her eyes and sat up with a groan that could easily pass as a moan. Turning, she swung her legs over onto the side of the cot to rest her talon-tipped feet on the cold concrete floor; hissing as a chill jolted up her spine. The demoness need only shift her wide hips one way or the other to feel the slickness between her legs; not that she wasn’t already painfully aware of her arousal. After all, Bianca wasn’t the only one in the pair to experience the full effect of the manufactured dream.<br/><br/>Licking her lips, Lilith resisted the idea of brazenly masturbating while waiting for her captor to find her way into the laboratory. A tempting prospect, definitely, but one that Lilith felt would certainly tip her hand to the biologist. Still, she made no effort to conceal her naked figure from view and ensured the biologist would have the best view possible when looking through the translucent door.<br/><br/>“Good morning, Doctor.” Lilith all but purred when Bianca passed her cell. A smirk crossing her lips, “Sleep well?” Her brow twitching once at the possible double meaning that the scientist would, no doubt, pick up on. Of course, it was an innocent enough question to ask, given the circumstances.<br/><br/>Stretching her arms above her head, Lilith bent her back in an effort to work out the soreness brought on by the poorly manufactured cot. Her rust-colored skin stood out in striking contradiction to the monotone white that enveloped the space as a whole; further drawing the eye inwards towards her unholy figure. Her tail had wrapped around her right leg, for the moment, and she’d dismissed her wings some time ago as it was far from practical to keep such adornments given her present circumstances.<br/><br/>Listening to Bianca and her pet AI discussing the previous night’s footage brought another sly smile to Lilith’s crimson lips. She’d sensed whatever ‘field’ had been erected around her holding pen the moment the trap had been sprung. Something she was still kicking herself for, for what good it would do her presently. A clumsy invention, to say the least, and more akin to the mental patterns of a squirrel and equally formidable. Regardless, Lilith had few intentions of tampering with the presence while she could avoid it altogether. As she found no advantage of raising more suspicious than had already been accrued thus far.<br/><br/>“Oh, but whatever do you mean, Doctor?” Lilith replied with a sweet, singsong like voice; icy blue eyes raking across the other woman’s body and making no attempt to hide the attention in her gaze. “Has something been troubling you?” The demoness inquired further, pushing herself off the cot’s surface to stand at her full height. Taller than most women, the horns adorning her crown further increased her imposing presence; as if her luminescent eyes weren’t enough of an off-putting scene all their own. Stepping closer to the sealed door, Lilith’s tail uncoiled from around her leg and swish about of its own accord.<br/><br/>“It’s just you and me, Doctor.” Lilith continued, her breasts almost pressing against the glass barrier. So close, Bianca could see her hardened buds quite clearly. Her tail, even, flicking up to brush against her left breast and, thus, eliciting a deep guttural moan from Lilith’s lips.