Berma hadn't shown any signs of disgust as she carried the little sopping woman back downstairs and on the bar--though it looked like she found putting her<em>there</em>of all places to be slightly questionable.  However, it soon became quite clear that she was more than a little irritated at the mage, rather than the brutalized and bewildered intruder.<br/><br/><em>"Ya said those tentacles o' yers were fer <strong>beatin'</strong>?"</em>she growled, prodding at the prostitute's mouth and rear.<em>"Funny, 'cause it don't look like she got off on gettin' smacked in the face.  Look at how it's all red 'round the edge o' her lips and the like.  Looks ta me like this little spell o' yers be the work o' a <strong>horndog</strong> lookin' ta get his jollies off with some unsuspectin' lady."</em>