Mera was writhing, trying to get out of Yifa's reach, but it was no good.  Long as Yifa held her by her crotch, she wouldn't be able to get very far.  Double when Yifa started in on her breasts.  Again.  Her eyes widened when Yifa said that she was already a 'dirty girl.'  "N-no, I'm not!  I'm not a dirty girl!"  She was starting to cry, her resistance to the idea still present.  But with every passing moment, Yifa was still working away, producing those feelings that just told her to give up, go with the flow, say whatever it was Yifa wanted her to say.  Mera had her pride as a self-restrained and controlled soldier, though, and she wasn't going down easily.<br/><br/>It was a credit to her, one might suppose, showing how strong-willed she could be.  It would certainly mean she wasn't the type to back down from a challenge, especially when her cherished beliefs - wrong or right - were at stake.  "W-what you and I did, t-that was just b-between us..."  She insisted, referring to the time they spent in those 'frozen holes.'  Hmmmm...maybe Yifa could work with that.