Josephine looked up at Raoul with heavily hooded eyes, as if she was tired. But it was obvious that wasn't it at all. As his shirt was pulled off, she had raised a hand to help, but was too slow. So instead, she traced her fingers along his chest. Her hand shook when when his fingers reach the center of the flame that burned so boundlessly within her. Her breathing hitched at his words, moaning. "Can I really help it?" She gasped, resisting the urge to try to cross her legs when her panties were pulled down. She was still a bit self conscious, though under the love-sick spell he had cast on her; willingly of course, she wouldn't back out even if he asked her to. His sudden action had just caught her off guard was all. "Mmm, so you have me here all alone, helpless at your mercy. What shall you do?" Her tone was laced with pleasure, slurred as if she was drunk. Love-drunk, that was.