Eyista had finished her song, and her spirits had sank, going deeper the longer the fey tried to get her to climax. For nearly an hours worth of work, she had came only once, near the end, as the dread at her new lot had been overridden by sheer stimulation, coating the fey's fingers with her juice.<br/><br/>She turned and used her tongue on the fey's puffy love nest, not even tasting the juices, her mind drifting in a haze of dread still. She fearfully waited for whatever would be brought out to turn her into another dead eyed woman, who lived simply to fawn over her master.