That audio sounded obscene to Octavia, right now. And spurred her on in moving her hand, sliding her fingertips back and forth, keeping herself quiet even though there was no one here to hear her.

And then, exquisite video of just how obedient he was. Who could blame her for focusing on herself for just a moment longer, there? And a few filthy memories, equally filthy hopes --

Good devil, she managed, eventually. And thought about things for a second, what she wanted to hear, or see, and how likely he would be able to operate his phone much at all soon.

And now there was an incoming video call - though her camera was pointed towards the ceiling.