There had been little chance of Kristina actually falling, but Emily on any of the others wouldn't have known that. From her point of view, the world seemed to spin as Derek carried her to the seclusion of the booth. The feeling of his hands holding her body seemed to spread fire on the urge she had been having deep in her subconscious all day. The dull ache for somebodies skin on hers that she had been mistaking for the kiss of the silk on her skin, was no longer dull. Even if her mind was clouded and blank, her body was reacting and soon the faintly visible bumps of her nipples turned to the undeniable sight of rock hard nipples pressing against two thin layers of fabric.<br/><br/>Derek must have set Kristina down like a doll (or maybe even a sack of potatoes) because she still had no motor control after the first triggering of the hypnotic circuitry hidden in the underColor lingerie. Her head was tilted up towards his, though her lip was still slack and trembling slightly while her half-closed eyelids fluttered, her pupils dancing up and down almost like she was in REM sleep. She ignored the initial question as she was set down, but when the voice that said the trigger words gave an order, Kristina's right arm raised slowly, but surely towards her face. Her index finger extended then touched the side of her nose and remained there.<br/><br/>While she could have been punking her friend, the blank look on her face would have been very difficult to fake.