Gina made a quiet noise, a soft whine of pleasure as her Mistress stroked Her fingers through her hair, and she lifted her cheek reluctantly from the woman's leg to gaze up at Her again in eager adoration.<br/><br/>"Yes, My Lady, of course! What would you have of me?" Unconsciously she licked her own lips in imitation of the Prince's gesture, part of her already knowing, hoping what it was that she was being told to do... and that one small part of her, small and squashed away, screaming out in protest.