After the first blow of the whip, Jacinda's lips curved upwards. Her eyes half closed, leaving tiny slits to peer out of. A look of pleasure was upon her face. The sensations that were running through her were like morphine to a drug addict. Feeding on others' pain was a wondrous taste. It made her tingle all over. She wasn't quite sure who was giving her more satisfaction. The bound victim, or the bystander. Briar's attempt to wriggle from the vines were no doubt intoxicating. Her cat girl silhouette spread across Jacinda's bed was a birthday present, come early. But the guard, his angst for the neko, his tender concern that drove hate through him, it was something to behold. "Having fun yet Oseron?" The shadows flowing from him were the color of venomous hatred. "Did you know that I could taste your hate?" She let Briar alone for just a few seconds. To taunt the man fairy.<br/><br/>She parted her lips with her tongue. Tasting his emotions across her mouth. "You want to kill me right now." A low chuckle escaped her throat, as she turned around. Bringing her attention back to Briar. "And for<em>that</em>... she get's another whipping." She shot Oseron a malicious look. Sending her hand back, flicking the whip forward once more.