Once the hand is let away, Mohini sinks to the floor and pulls herself into a little ball, letting herself weep silently. Already her breasts were starting to feel heavier, more sensitive to the touch of her hands or even the breeze. Mohini knew that such a thing was impossible. The herbs should take days, weeks to work that effect on her, yet, not even a full day after having been forced to drink them down, she could feel them working on her, and it was a horrifying feeling.<br/><br/>Even worse was that the liquid she was made to drink didn't make her feel sick as it had on the ship. The herbs were bitter and Mohini knew that in large quantities they would make her stomach lurch, but they didn't, instead the mixture was all too tolerable, and the wine, actually pleasant tasting. It was impossible, yet it was truth, and that made Mohini cry.