"<strong>Lass, how... What did you tie me with!?</strong>" her fingers sought the shadowy coils yet felt nothing, only a mysterious pressure holding her arms down at her sides. A kiss to her lips exacerbated her confusion, but she was strangely still as she looked up at her guest. There was a faraway sense to her stare, a glimpse of indecision amidst the realm of caution.<br/><br/><strong>"T'aint right... We don't know one another,"</strong>She argued, feeling the vampires hands curl beneath the fabric of her dress. It was a single piece of cloth, but it would hardly be difficult to make a few incisions too it. Bridget met Kinnley's gaze bravely, and even as her freckled cheeks flushed red there was still a great bit of fight to her posture. Though she moved her head she could not escape her captor's kisses, each coaxing another soft breath from her lungs,<strong>"Wait... Stop this..."</strong>She spoke, her tone soon sounding more that of a plead then a command. Though there was little doubt, really. Kinnley's sharp nose could sense the beginnings of her arousal, and her fingers could feel the matron's rising pulse.