She watches the single tear rolling from her sub's eye.  The sub whose name she doesn't even know yet.  She bends down and takes the sub's face into her two hand, an almost tender touch.  Her movement ripples with light as the needles provide dancing movement along her leather straps.  She leans her face to the sub's and sticks out her tongue.  A flat, wide path licks up the sub's tear.  “Mmm.  You may prove fun yet.”  She whispers to the girl's ear as she points her toe up into the sub's ass.<br/><br/>She ignores Katerina's jibe, knowing that the sarcasm was beneath her.<br/><br/>She notes the call to move to the smoking room.  She rises and points down to her ankle to inform the girl at the end of the leash that the orders to crawl are still in effect.  She then begins to walk a quick pace to the room.  She doesn't look down to her toy, but feels along the leash for tightness.  Should her sub fall behind, she would not react right away, but mark it for a bit later.<br/><br/>Once in the room, she settles into the chair, pulling her sub close.  Her hand lands softly on the girl's shoulder.  For a moment, her hand remains lax and almove comforting.  But there is a tension in the hand that can be felt and not seen.  A tension that says 'Shhh, more comes.'<br/>