<br/><br/>The woman's flesh seems to have only a marginal degree of warmth beyond Twilight's. In the illumination of the ship's lamps it appeared almost alabaster, but was soft and human enough under her fingers. It reacted normally enough under her harsh treatment, lurching in the wrist manacles as nipples were twisted painfully, but the woman was obviously disciplined enough that she was not about to be cowed by some psychological tactics and a brief session of physical pain.<br/>