The funny thing about a collar is how freeing it can be. All this pressure Giri had been placing on herself and now it's outside of her. Red Wolf has pronounced her punishment and it's a fair one all things considered. More than fair really, though Giri hasn't yet been challenged by having service to the Dominion pit against her beliefs. So far, Red Wolf has been cunning and careful. 

Here, it's like a weight has been lifted off Giri's shoulder and moved to her collar, to her captor. That's a good weight, a pleasant weight. She lifts a finger and jingles the bell experimentally. It's tinkling sound is bright and cheery. It's nice. She smiles openly and freely if Cathak Agata is happening to look. She might not be though, not with her hair pulling and her breath on Giri's neck so warm and thick. 

It's funny though, the way that freedom feels. She's starting to feel a bit recovered, a bit more energetic than she has since the series of portals to hell. She stretches her shoulders, a slow, thoughtful lift up and release. Giri's a big woman, and Red Wolf can feel herself rise an inch as those shoulders flex. In Giri's eyes there's a feral gleam all her own. 

Only then does she answer. "You seem to be the only here, Agata." Of course that was intentional. It's practically over the top and cliche to leave off the title like that. It's like holding up a big sign making her choice and also a bit of a test. Does she tense atop Giri? Does she grow angry? How sincere was her offer? 

To Giriel's delight, the Red Wolf does not go stiff and cold at her name bereft of its titles. And so Giri rolls over, flipping her host to the floor with the inevitability of an avalanche and turning all her bulk upon her. Giri is warm too, but differently from Agata. Giri's is the warmth of strength and substance, of being able to envelope someone in an embrace that covers all of them. She takes in Agata now, burying that heroic face in her chest, her sturdy arms fully surrounding Red Wolf's shoulders as they squeeze with an urgency that sends a shudder running through both women. Then Giri's hands begin working down her host's back, pressing and massaging, searching for the right spots to make even the Red Wolf moan with pleasure.

All the while, Giri's collar jingles merrily, each shift of her arms and her chest sending it bouncing anew, lest anyone forget who's the master here. Of course, Red Wolf could move any time she pleases, but she offered to fulfill the role of the attendant and Giri has so much [i]want[/i] built up in her. Enough that she can no longer wait, enough that when her burden of guilt was pulled from her she leapt at the chance, enough that for a moment the two women are one. The whole world is the touch and the smell of each other as Giri pulls Red Wolf's lips to her own and kisses her urgently, deeply, passionately. She breathes in the Red Wolf and presses herself into her, tongue and teeth and breath, pressing until she can feel a tiny dribble of blood from Agata's lip. 

Only then does she release for breath, still holding the Red Wolf tightly beneath her, satisfied with herself for the first time since the hells.