Miaren isn't some naive farm-girl, innocent of the feelings of arousal.  She has never felt those feelings arise without some kind of reason, however.  Despite the fact that she isn't sexually attracted to either Fern or their captor, her folds suddenly feel as full and moist as ripe fruit after a spring rain, and that fact brings a gasp to her lips and a flush to her face.<br/><br/>The warmth continues to spread, and with it comes the knowledge that only contact - pressure - friction - will ease that heat.  Miaren's thighs press together more firmly, this time trying to provide that ease.