Lauralana was unable to sleep, the insistant smoldering of the rings kept the rest from her, seeming to flare occasionally only to die back down once more. The one in her sex was the most irritating and shaming as the flares not only caused pain, but stroked a different brand of fire as her most sensitive nub was repeatedly stimulated in this fashion.<br/><br/>She tried to ignore Anna, tried to not focus on Tristan's discomfort, so it was a few seconds before she realized there was something different to their movements. Straightening from the wearied sag against the  spikes keeping her to the wall, after the burns of the rings these metals hurt but seemed negligible even as Tristan turns to her. The look in his eyes stole her breath and she then noted Anna's agitated gyrations and the flares of the rings embedded in her flesh turned up a notch, but did not die out.<br/><br/>It was all she could do to bite back the whimper, and she was glad she managed to when teh door opened, allowing light to spill inward. Green eyes flashed, and even if her lips were pulled back in a grimace, she lifted her chin and willed the flame of a blush to die down. Silver hair, clumped and matted by the sand and blood from the battle, hangs around her shoulders, dried blood of her own adorns her torso and belly from the nipples that now look pebbled but normal, but had been so savagely ripped in their attempt to escape.<br/><br/>"I think you would look far better like this...Beast." She returns, her eyes sliding away from the evilly dark beauty of the Shadow, landing on Anna. "Kill her...she need not be tormented by life to bear your damned get...she is as good as dead already.."