Eliza pulled away, her face contorted like one who had heard a hilarious but utterly inappropriate joke and was fighting a losing battle not to laugh.  She grimaced a bit, carefully drawing herself back.  "You're... a virgin?"  She asked, managing by sheer miracle not to burst out laughing.  Virginity was a concept that didn't' exist in Eliza's mind; the first time was a tiresome formality, something best gotten out of the way at the first opportunity, so that one could guiltlessly enjoy the pleasures of the flesh when they became available.  Even before she had met the wolf, Eliza had gone trysting more than once.  She had no idea who the hell she'd had her first time with, she wasn't even sure if she was entirely certain at the time.<br/><br/>"So are you..."  At this point, Eliza did bellow out a loud long guffaw of laughter, loud enough to be heard clearly even across the club.  "Saving yourself for marriage?"  She asked, a slightly deranged gleam in her eyes.  More than anything, Eliza hated false piety.  She really wanted to look into the girl's eyes, make her melt, then pull her somewhere private and fuck her brains out, leave her naked and smiling out in the cold...  Eliza snapped herself out of her sadistic fantasies, remembering that she needed to make this girl subservient to her, and using her as a one night stand wouldn't help her do that.