Mina Rose felt tears of frustration start to come to her eyes as the sweet, gentle, fallen noble offered her space for her to figure out what she wanted. That was exactly the problem. "I don' know what I want," she confessed, almost in a sob. "I wanna be loved, be held an' pampered, an' told it'll all be alrigh', but ih' won't. My Ma an' Pa are gone, and worse, they weren' even my ma an' pa! Bu' my real ma an' pa are gone anyway, so it feels twice as bad!" She sunk her face into her paws, letting herself cry. It was certainly calming her raging libido, at least.
"An' I wanna be held an' loved an' touched, bu' that's jus' th' loneliness talkin'. E'eryone in this city is so mean an' rude an' pushy 'cept fer you, an' it's got me all twisted abou' so th' firs' nice todd I meet's got me wantin' ta drop my knickers. I ain' that kinda gal, I swear I ain'! Ma didn' raise me like 'at, an' I don' wantcha lookin' at me like I'm some cheap floozy. I wanna be a princess ta someone, nah just a tumble in th' hay." Her eyes were burning, her nose was runny, and she was starting to get a headache as what she'd been tamping down for weeks came pouring out of her.