The sudden bold intrusion of the first animal that she touched startled a cry from Felicity's lips; it was a sound she did not think to bite back until too late, as it caused another shift she did not entirely understand in the mood of the creatures circling her. Swallowing hard, she let the tears spill forth freely down her cheeks following the first hound's questing between her thighs. At the very least, it obscured her vision such that she need not see clearly what depravity it was she played at for the amusement of those gathered around the banquet hall.<br/><br/>Her hand firmed slightly around that first hot shaft, and without any particular art began to stroke in a steady, almost hurried rhythm. She had not yet had the chance to learn much of what brought a male of an species to completion, but she hoped that if she could do so to these animals quickly with her hands, she might be spared the further ignominy of... of truly acting as their bitch.<br/><br/>As the second hound bucked, whining, she opened her hand and thrust it in under the beast, letting its burgeoning shaft sink between her fingers and palm and pushing against the sheath that hid the rest of it, unhappily eager to finish arousing the creature, to try and finish it off as well.