The prospect of leaving the manor as she was dressed flushed Grishka's face. She quickly (but quite clearly) stammered out directions to Wilhelm's Fine Clothing. The directions were simple enough that Viloet<em>should</em>have been able to find her way without issue, but "I suppose if I had time to change, I could escort you."<br/><br/>To the question of frequency the small temptress offered, her eyes grey widely. The thought of being restrained, albeit willfully, and violated as others watched... Truth be told, she rather enjoyed that illusion for the fresh audience, as brief as it was. Her eyes fell half-lidded. "Make me?" she asked huskily, "if Terrance haden't caught me experimenting with it, I don't know that I would have found it as enjoyable."