For a while, Yuna sucked happily on the doctor's hand, her frail body supported by his arm. The doctor spoke again, but Yuna paid him no attention. Let him say what he wanted. It was of no consequence for Yuna.<br/><br/>Or was it? As the initial high her drug had provided dulled, her senses returned to her: the knowledge of her deed, and the shame of it. Very slowly, reluctantly, Yuna's teeth loosened its grip on its prize.<br/><br/>Dr. Radovich asked her kindly to follow him so they could "talk" about what had happened. His tone was friendly and reverent, but Yuna knew there was no refusing him, and wondered too if "talk" was a euphemism for "punish". Bowing her head silently, she followed him.