This was at least an activity that she knew. Though for the time being she has relented after she had worked up a sheen even with the cold weather. Her cheeks flushed under her long, heavy coats.

Granted when she finds herself in front of a Dominant, Gilia's response is the same as ever: with her hot chocolate in front of her, she sinks down. The curtsey pooling her skirts, and her hair falling in front of her like a curtain, not half so tamed as this woman.

"Forgive me, my lady Dominant, I meant no trouble."