The cat girl's tail escaped Jacinda's memory. It was her own fault for pressing Briar up the wall. Jacinda grabbed the protective tail. "Briar..." Her voice was oily. The tone she used when she was bewitching. "Show me how stiff you can make your pretty little tail. I promise...no more whippings- if you'll give me this one teensy request." As far as Jacinda's human arms could spread apart, she held Briar's tail to match it. A wicked light bulb going off in her head once again. Watching the guard's worried expressions were more pleasurable than she would have imagined.