Tavris sips at the wine, trying to ignore the little jolt that goes to her cunt at the praise she's given, and she gives Charlotte a tiny smile in return. Smiles, surely, are a better sign than the disappointment of today's...lesson. And her cheeks flush, but she doesn't shy away from Char's finger twisting through her hair--until it turns painful, and Tavris cringes. She lets out a quiet whimper.

"Y-yes, ma'am. I understand."

After all, she surely knows best.