[Not that it would have done Rakka any good if anybody here did notice them. The only people who could match Raye on any level weren't very likely to intervene and most who would... well. That intervention wouldn't last very long anyway.]

That's better.

[The grip on Rakka's shoulder loosens just enough to be a little less painful, at least no longer at the brink of dislocating it, but still leaving Rakka pinned. Her other hand releases the wing and strokes through the soft feathers before moving to Rakka's back and drifting down her body. A gentle caress in stark contrast to the pressure from her opposite hand. After all, punishment is only one half of keeping a pet in line and as good as Raye is at hurting Rakka, she's just as adept at invoking the... opposite sensation.

And sometimes both at once. Like right now.]

I just don't want you exposing yourself to those fakes too much. [She moves back, hovering just a few inches from the shorter girl's face.] I wouldn't want them putting any ideas into your head.