Shivering there in the dark Marissa finds the half-elf's eyes gather light to them like a cat's, making them stand out while the the rest of her is naught but shadow.  She starts to answer but stops herself to consider the woman's words carefully.  "Thank you for the choice Mistress," she says quietly as she considers just what that choice entails.  It's obvious really, sleeping with the discomfort of the plug or hanging all night with more lashes than the ones still stinging along her back.<br/><br/>She looks up into those eyes and chews her lower lip.  It's clear what she's expected to choose and that makes her angry.  It's no choice at all, just a trick of words to make her accept her fate and be glad that it wasn't worse.<br/><br/>"I'll have it out Mistress," she says with a strangely calm voice.  Her body shivers in fear of the pain she knows this will bring, but she meets those fae eyes and waits.