The mage was still slightly delirious from her return to consciousness. Not helping matters were the occasional squeezes that were just enough to challenge her breathing without feeling dangerous, and the pleasurable rush that gave her. Fear returned, but it was muddled by several other emotions, and given that she no longer felt threatened over her life, it was hard not to give in to this confusing stupor.

But she still does resist enough to try and get answers, for lack of any other thing she can do. Fortunately, Medusa was more than happy to provide a good starting point, with her demands for riches, power, and Konoka's body. Konoka felt like she should have been insulted by Medusa making such brazen demands, or at least being dismissed for riches or power, but she could not dredge up the emotion. Her body was too hot, she was too helpless, and her futile, weak struggles warmed her body more.

"Well, sorry about that," Konoka answered airily, attempting to look firm but only managing a pout. "But you kinda stole me from everyone, so I guess... my body is the only thing I can provide."