Benny, lost in fantasies and pleasure, both swiftly rising to their peak, doesn't even notice the door knob turning.  Her companion's name passes through her lips again.<em>I can see her so clearly...</em>"Oh, Maddy~"<em>Wait, I can see her?</em>Her hand stops, her metal friend falling to the bed, in the center of a small stain made by her own nectar.  "Maddy?  MADDY?!"<br/><br/>A primal fear grips her as the intense heat of passion fades, the air against her bare skin suddenly turning a cutting ice-cold.  Almost comically, it's the lack of a blade in her hand that makes her feel the most bare before this woman, the lack of someone to beat into submission to make the situation go away that makes her most afraid.  Instead, she merely scuttles back against the head board, mouth moving but words failing to flow as she gathers up the blankets to cover herself.  "W-w-w-what are you doing here?  I thought you were going to the temple!"  Then, she goes silent, looking at the steel shaft lying exposed at the foot of the bed, atop the stain she had left, as if it were an impassible chasm between herself and her dignity.  If her pale face was flushed before, it's beet red now.  Too much longer, and she may even burst out in tears.