She is drowning. This is what it means to drown. This is how it feels when the lights go out and your body sinks into the depths where all there is to breathe is black, choking water.

Her body cannot move. Her body will not move. Everything is

Falling.

[i]Flowers.[/i]

Pulling.

[u]Fingers.[/u]

Touching.

[color=9e0b0f]Soft.[/color] And. [b]Wet.[/b]

Drowning, drowning, drowning. Bubbles, darkness, drowning. Fingers, tail hairs, drowning. Gasping, sighing, drowning. 

...Lamp lights?

Breathing, breathing, breathing. Amber, gleaming, lifting. Fingers, squeezing, fingers. Hands, entwined, breathing. 

This light is the light of her very own eyes. And her name is Madeleine Cross, and she is still worth a little magic yet. 

Behind her back, her sleek black tail swishes and locks with Titanomachia's. The same way she is holding her bondage partner's hand. The metal ring of the attachment port bites into the cold flesh of her thigh. Madeleine heaves a shuddering sigh, and watches Taowu finger the whip. 

"A-am I... to be her leg, then?" she asks and is only half betrayed by the steam and the shudder she can't block out of her voice, "Silly. I don't need you for that.

"I have... already seen the bottom. I am swimming up."