The helpless girl tried to look at her, but she couldn't bring her eyes to meet her tormentor's. Instead of an answer, she responded with another question. "Wh... Why must you speak so in such a dirty manner?"  The girl was clearly confused. Mellisande held a strange power over her with merely her words. Her carnal knowledge seemed to give her an advantage over her virgin prey that the princess didn't know how to respond to.<br/><br/>If Mellisande looked at her closely, she would see that the crotch of her silken garb was slightly damp, though it was uncertain as to what exactly that indicated. Perhaps all it meant was there was something to her words, and that there was a masochistic side to this girl that she could bring out if she molded it properly.