Her mentor strode toward the kunoichi, eyeing her features carefully as if to study her expression.<br/><br/>"You say these hands touched you," Gorthys said calmly, "But you did not explain how. Given the nature of the ruins I can guess, but I want you to tell me how they touched you, and more importantly how their touch felt to you. As for the elf..." the corners of his lips hinted at the shadow of a smile, "That too, I wish for you to describe in your own words."<br/><br/>Even as he said this the man's rough hands were pulling apart the top of Reiko's kimono, freeing her cleavage to the open air. He did not move his eyes from her expression, however; but simply placed a rough hand upon her breast, gently massaging her as she spoke. This, too, was a part of her training; the fortification of her body and mind against pleasure, to be able to resist the sensation and complete her task even despite such distractions. He had drilled that into her head many times before, and so it was not entirely unusual that he might touch her during these meetings to ensure that she was indeed ready. In a way his touch seemed almost as if to coax the full, lewd truth from Reiko's lips, rewarding each wanton affirmation by running his thumb over her nipple.