She continued to allow herself to be led.  He hands went out just slightly to either side and a little forward, those fongertips crowned with just the minimalist amount of lenth to her nails.  She was obviously afraid of bumping into something, her dainty feet stepping carefully to avoid stubbed toes.  Still, the blindfold seemed to have the continued effect of making her incredibly docile.<br/><br/>Once she realized she was back in the room from before... cooler, and a smoother floor, she shivered.  She also didn't wander around, never testing the length of the teather she could feel connecting her to (she assumed) the wall.  Instead she listened carefully, trying to gage the size of the room and her captor's position in it based on the sounds of her hooves and the echos.<br/><br/>She turned her head blindly in the direction of the demoness' voice when she spoke.  She jumped as the woman laid hands on her, suddenly once more aware of her own nakedness and trying to cover herself with her hands and getting squirmy again.  She was obviously not used to being touched.<br/><br/>"Why?  What do you gain by destroying something?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>