"An orgasm." She said the word carefully, like she was committing it to memory. "I thought I had lost control of my own body for a moment there. That rush… my legs."
Lancet smiled. "That's an orgasm for you. Even if you don't want to give in to the feeling, it will force you. Holding back will only worsen it."
Espel was panting slowly, her eyes gazing at her silver-plated ceiling. "I think I understand now why people seek this."
"You do?"
"There's this thrill," she went on, eyes still on the ceiling. "I've never felt anything like it. Can every man make a woman experience this orgasm?"
Lancet's cheeks turned red with pride. "Heh. Not really. I like to believe I'm one of the lucky few."
She slowly turned her head to look at him. "I think… I liked it."
Lancet looked at her, a warm expression on his face. "Well that's good. Because there's more."
Her eyes, still glassy, focused on him. "More?"
