[Even if the sensation doesn't last, Elizabeth is feeling it as a delightful kind of torture. Her body is a livewire, and Gai is playing around with the current.]
[Needy little cries fill the room, and Elizabeth squirms, crossing and uncrossing her ankles in a delighted stretch.] Lower, please, lower...
September 26th - The Marathon
[Needy little cries fill the room, and Elizabeth squirms, crossing and uncrossing her ankles in a delighted stretch.] Lower, please, lower...