She waits, wondering, where would the next drop land? She gasps and jumps again as drops spatter along the curve of her ribs, then lets out a faint whimper. Her skin turns slightly pink beneath the warmth of the wax droplets, before they cool and harden, and she takes a deep breath.<br/><br/>Waiting for the next drop put her on edge, despite her efforts to remain calm and still, made her squirm slightly within the restraint of the scarves.