The Count turns to look at June, as she staggers, grabbing herself tightly, moaning, obviously in great pleasure, her eyes fading back into her skull.  She sits down on the floor suddenly, her legs giving way.<br/><br/>A few moments later, the orgasim, (for it obviously is one) passes, and she slowly regains her feet, looking shaken.<br/><br/>Couture Ibly, his smile somewhat returned, turns back the the board, and sighing slightly, moves his King to it's own third square.