[She wriggles under him, testing the strength with which he keeps her pinned there, though by the heat of his body alone, she can already tell that she won't be going anywhere anytime soon... and she is so caught up in this whirlwind that it doesn't even occur to her to fight back. She could use her winds to shove him away and free herself, but...
As she finally sees him for who he really is beneath the mask, sees his eyes and not the mystery man that she had danced with earlier, she can't figure out why she doesn't want to.]
And what is it that you think I'm doing?
[In some ways, Benedikta may not even realize it.]
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As she finally sees him for who he really is beneath the mask, sees his eyes and not the mystery man that she had danced with earlier, she can't figure out why she doesn't want to.]
And what is it that you think I'm doing?
[In some ways, Benedikta may not even realize it.]