<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Heh. Maybe."</span>The troubled girl leered at her latest victim as she unclasped the harness, letting her weapon drop to the floor harmlessly. She took a moment to eye Emma up and down, observe the sweaty, exhausted, gaping convict. She had put up a good fight, that had been for sure. She'd been... challenging, and it was nice. Maybe she wouldn't mind trying that again sometime... just maybe, it'd be worth letting Becca live. For now, anyway.<br/><br/>Like nothing that happened, the feral girl loped over to her clothes, not noticing Emma's note as she began to dress herself back up in her corset, skirt, and boots. She felt... good. Strong.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>So did Sue. When Jynx finally relaxed completely, and there was no danger, no rage, nothing to protect, nothing to attack, she just sort of... slipped away, leaving Sue in her place. She paused at the door back to the Gamorrah, and turned to glance at Emma.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Thank you... for helping me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>