Sylvia whimpered slightly, looking down at her nipples. She almost hadn't noticed the miasma seeping into her body and addling her thoughts, with how disoriented she was from the lack of sleep and the soreness of being bound like this for days. But she growled as the woman touched Illania, her anger overwhelming both the tiny amount of lust and the strong fear.<br/><br/>Illania shivered at the touch, refusing to open her eyes and look at the demoness. Doing so would be a very bad idea in her current state, especially at how the silky words penetrated into her mind. The half-elf was frightened, and yet a core of heat was growing inside her.<br/><br/>The demoness approaching Sylvia made her blood quicken, but she glared hard at how she was treated. And when the woman moved to kiss her, she snapped her head forward, trying to break the demon's nose! Unfortunately her timing was off due to her exhaustion, and she utterly missed.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Attack roll: 2 on the die, not happening.