Forced against her captor, Mohini shivers a little in revulsion, even as she whimpers and whines in discomfort while he coninued to pinch and twist and pull at her overly sensitive nipples. Her hands hovered near her breasts, wanting to push his away, and at the same time wanting to follow his command in thevain hopes it would make him stop toying with her hardened nipples. She let out a louder moan, this time in more than discomfort when she heard the struggling across the room and turned her head to look, shifting her body and causing her own flesh to stretch uncomfortably as she did so.<br/><br/>Her fellow captive was fighting back! Had she recovered from the wine? Had she been faking? Mohini turned away and lowered her head, thinking quickly, should she join the fight? Wait? Slowly, she let her hands stat to drift lower over her body, maybe it would keep Anastasius interested in her for a few moments longer, maybe the other woman could get free. And if Anastasius tried to intervene, well, since she now rested against his leg, it wouldn't be too difficult to trip him up.