Rayne's attempt to escape seems less than successful ever...once again yanked back by her ivory-brown hair. Her lips let out a frustrated, angered squeal as they rip her dress from her body..barren, pert nipples stiffening..if not from the cool air in the room..from the own imbalance of magical and sexual energy in her body..legs trembling in her maroon thigh-highs..a slight damp spot visible in her undergarments...two tiny spots of red showing on either creamy-white cheek as she shifts her head to the side, staggering a bit as she's pushed forward into the front mercenary. A slightly pained whimper..now that the sexual stimulation was wearing on her..the little band at her thigh was a bit more prominent - almost faintly shifting into a shade of pink as if to somehow show her sexual arousal by a sort of gauge on the side. The bar was relatively low - maybe only a notch or two out of twenty...<br/><br/>Rayne moves one slender leg out, pressing the heel of her boot into the male mercenary's stomach and attempts to push him away as she fondles her. As out of control as her body was, she simply couldn't give into those urges here. Attempt after desperate attempt is made to get to the door through all of them..