What is? Uh?

Auuuuuugghhh hands hands hand [i]hands![/i] they're in, nnnnfffff, mmmmmgguuuhhhhh fkakodkfjslh;fhslkfkiqehfn.

Mmn?

Ehehehehe. 

Those ones feel different. Niiiiiiiiiice. Warm and soft. They're trembling, that's so cute. It's soooooooooooooooo shhzzzzzzzzrrrrrrrble. Mmgh. Ah, ah, ah, [i]Ahhhhhh~[/i]

Madeleine sweats, and Madeleine melts into her salts and fluids. Madeleine twitches and Madeleine makes indecent noises that a proper lady ought not have inside of her, particularly in the company of other women though she can't remember right now why that part's important. It is like her tail stimulations but those don't feel half as mind meltingly nice as [i]this[/i].

...It's probably because none of these hands are hers, ehehehehehe! She can't tellLLLlL when they're going to touch her, apply pRessure, rub or stroke or circle or squeeze or, uuuuhhhhhh. Um? Well, it. Nnnnf. Yuhuh.

There's a voice. Asking her a question. Being very rude to her. As if she hadn't recently doubled the number of people she speaks to with any regularity. Her rational brain, still floating above her body, reaches for her neck and takes her reins. Madeleine flutters her eyes until the shadows become bubbles she can ride back up into the light of Titanomachia's room.

Her voice is silky smooth and powerful again.

"Autumn wolves," she replies, "Can't won't chorus. Chiron runs with fair ribbons through grand many stars."

And she flops back down again. Was that five seconds?