Megan flushed at the question. Isla's tone was different when she asked the question, more curious than usual.<span style="color: indigo">"Well, not much really. I-I guess I just know what one is from TV."</span>Damn, why did this woman make her feel so bloody stupid? She was never like this, blushing like a school girl and fumbling for words. Her pretty mouth twisted into a momentary frown as she got mad at herself for her behavior.<br/><br/>The noises coming from below give the lawyer pause and she clenches her small hands into fists. After a moment she follows Isla. Her heels click on the stairs as she descends, slowly and methodically. When she turns the corner on the stares and sees the punk girl again she sighs softly. At least she had one person there to look out for her.<br/><br/>She took Isla's offered hand as she came down the last couple of steps. Her eyes were locked on the punk girl's and until she was standing beside her new friend, she refused to look up at the scene before her. Her eyes rose reluctantly at Isla's beckoning and her mouth dropped opened at what she saw and her breath caught in her throat.<br/><br/>The first comparison that Megan's mind made was a spider's web. The girls were wrapped and unable to move. It looked like something out of a horror movie but with an erotic twist. Her eyes darted around, seeing the way the rope dug into flesh as the woman hung helplessly. She watched sweat bead and drip to the floor, muscles tense in an effort to stay still, and then she saw the knotted rope between the girls' legs. In her mind she wondered why anyone would let someone do this to them, especially when she saw the cattle prod.<br/><br/>Despite her mind being freaked out about the display, her posture spoke differently. She was leaned forward and staring with her hands bunching her dress slightly because she was gripping the fabric. Her mouth was still agape and her eyes wide. She seemed completely frozen, unable to tear her gaze away. For a long moment she remained that way, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. The tall woman actually jumped when one of the girls got the cattle prod as if she had been the one getting zapped.<br/><br/>Her head turned to Isla, eyes still wide and mouth working silently as she tried to find the words. Her eyes darted back as another cry filled the room.<span style="color: indigo">"Wh...What the hell?"</span>She squeaked, staring at Isla for a moment more before turning her gaze back to the spectacle. She looked on the verge of bolting or having some sort of breakdown but Isla might notice one thing at odds with that. Megan's thighs were squeezed tightly together as if trying to smother a growing heat and she was trembling ever so slightly. Even if her mind was near panic, her body was at least somewhat enjoying the sight.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>