Galla looked at him shyly and nodded, and walked around the bar slowly, careful not to run into anything. She found the wine bottle and took it with her as she crossed over and stood beside him again. With a trembling hand, she poured more wine into his glass. The red liquid hit the walls of the cup and popped out, spraying him and her as well. She almost yelped and placed the bottle back on the bar. "Forgive me." She whispered and looked at him as if stricken with fear. She looked at the wine with large, wide eyes. She felt the dryness in her throat more than ever and she gulped, trying to gather at least some saliva and aid her breathing and talking, but to no avail. She backed away slightly and looked at a neutral point, somewhere on the far-side of the room, wondering how she could have served the satyr. She felt her nakedness strike her once more, and she longed to have a dress or at least a cape to cover herself up. She felt a certain draught scrape against her bare sex and force her nipples to spring to life. She closed her legs and hugged herself, looking dejected but also pensieve.