Maybe it was the room, the fact that this was somewhere she went to generally lose herself in ways she wouldn't ever even think of in her normal life. Maybe it was the build-up, hours and hours of dragging things out to this inevitable conclusion, instead of the comparatively brief time it took to get to the bottom of a few drinks (or fewer, it seemed, lately) like they were use to. But Rosa surprised herself by how easily she gave into this, how she barely even fought against the nearly whimper-like sigh of release as she just opened herself up for whatever Seivarden wanted to do with her. The tension in her body relaxed; she let it squirm a little, too, before her hands, her fingers, brushed eager circles on the back of her head.

At least there she might start to exhibit a little more control again, little hints and suggestions in the movement to guide what was working and what wasn't, though Seivarden seemed to be doing just fine without her input.