It was Grishka's turn to pale, though not as notable on her light skin. Hanging her head in a bit of pained shame, she admitted guilt. "I...may have inadvertantly had a hand in that." She stopped just under a sign that read 'Wikhelm's Fine Clothing.' Squirming in place nervously, she stared into Viloet's sunny meadow eyes. "You see, the first time I-" How to put this delicately?  "'performed' for Terrance, he<em>did</em>warn me." She sniggered lightly, "I remember how serious he was and I just couldn't keep a straight face. I had arranged it so that I would be in range when 'it' happened. Thought it would score a bonus if I made a big show out of getting a 'facial'." She said it without any shame or embarassment. In her mind, it was just a little extra effort for something in return. "I made the mistake of saying 'Hit me with your best shot.' Ofcourse I flinched, but it was as though he'd sprung a small geyser! From my head to my toes, all in my hair, completely covered me, the tentacles, the door and most of the wall behind me..." She shuddered violently. It was not her favorite memory, visibly gagging somewhat after retelling the tale. "Let's just... go inside. I need to take my mind off it."