If she were trained like Rodin, she could bring them both down. Yes, they were larger than her, and they were undoubtedly stronger, but surely strength could be outclassed by skill and training. Rodin must have studied, and Paskia knew he would understand the weak points of the body. She could think of one instantly, and she found her gaze drifting to their groins.
But she could work things another way. Authority was not the only one who could use subtlety and suggestions. Paskia could reach out and caress, could lull the two men into pleasurable feelings. And then, when the time was right, she could twist them in her grip, both figuratively and physically, and be away as they writhed in pain.
Of course this would never happen. But the thought was pleasing, the final edge of pleasure fro
