Miaren can not see what is behind her.  She can only feel the smooth slip of ointment, oddly soothing and exciting at the same time.  It is warming her, not only at the surface of that opening, but farther inside as well.<br/><br/>Instinct tells her that she should look, no matter how intoxicating the potion is.  With a deliberate heave, she raises her head, muscles straining as she turns her head to look over her shoulder.  Eyes widen as she sees the device in the attendant's hand, and makes the connection between the glistening bulges and the slick attention to her behind.<br/><br/>She surges against the leather straps, wanting to get away now.  Wanting to get away, free Fern, and get home, in about that order.