Once inside Masina releases her grip on Mohini's hair and fastens her chain to one of the grates in the floor. Her fist still wrapped around the chain, Masina stands and gives it a good tug, nodding when the metal grate doesn't as much as rattle.<br/><strong><br/>"I will prepare your herbs now little milkmaid." </strong>Masina produces the pouch of herbs from her satchel.<strong>"While I do this, you will massage your breasts and pinch your nipples." </strong><br/><br/>The mortar and pestle emerge as Masina perches on one of the tables, arranging the items. Beginning to measure the herbs out, she tells Mohini.<strong>"Begin now. I've things to see to and no time to waste."</strong><br/><br/>