"It's..." Ivy paused, frowning as she sat back and considered how to answer the question. Eventually she spoke. "I'm of two minds about it. See, I was<em>manufactured</em>for her. She fits me perfectly, and her fluids...all of them are like a potent aphrodisiac. I literally cannot describe what it's like to be taken by her. It's such pure utter bliss that I have a hard time convincing myself to try to escape. Yet part of me does. Which, ironically, was part of what Midnight wants. She<em>delights</em>in the chase, the hunt. And I...I escaped before she could ever pick me up to begin with. Yet even if I tried..."<br/><br/>Ivy raised a hand and touched the collar around her neck, sighing as she shook her head. "Even if I tried, she could shut me down if she really wanted to. I'm not sure. I love being with her. But being a trapped pet...I don't know. I just don't know."