Ianthe heard Peony's heartbeat jump, thundering in her chest, with the telltale rhythm of fear. The lyctor had tuned out her heart unto it reacted to emotion. She did look over at that moment, but that was the only indication she had picked up on anything.

"Oh, that wasn't for me, but the woman I was with. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good flogging as much a the rest - pain is clarifying, but my desire this festival involves restraints." Ianthe tended to give off too much top energy for people to think she'd be into being tied up.

"Just for this festival. Each curse mark tends to have its stereotypes, but that has little to do with sexual preference and more about the things that lurk under the surface. This particular festival is focusing on the dominant/submissive relationship and sadomasochism."