The scent of arousal unmistakable, overpowering as Fern moves hesitantly to stand as she is directed, directly in Miaren's line of sight.  Keeping a full foot between them her wide eyed gaze traveling from Miaren's face over her back to the line of her hips dipping towards the ground and back to her face.  Closing her eyes did little good to close herself off from the scent and sound.  It did however, did a sense of distance to the unreality invading her senses.<br/><br/>The flesh of her body quivering around the straps covering her body, more of an accent to her lush features than any real concealment.  The touch of a careless breeze sending goosebumps in trails along its path.<br/><br/><em>Miaren, Miaren?  Are you ok?  Can you hear me?  What is he doing to you?</em>.