"Y-You s-see-ah!"

Dolly's answer is interrupted by the sudden squeezes, a moan escapes her lips and she bites her lips. The stroking appears to go on forever on her mind, she fantasies about being stuck like a bloated ornament, being owned and showed around, another moan escapes her mouth.

Her mind returns to reality, she is no longer being stroked, she wonders, how long has been since Ela stops touching her? She was too lost in her delusions to notice. She blushes harder.

"M-Miss Elaraina I-I heard that you w-were fun so I c-c-c-c-came...to see f-for myself...and-and fount your c-cute p-pets and lewd ma-machines and-and co-could help my-myself..."

This was more true now than the original reason that she came to the manor, to see how her friends were doing with this kinky woman.

"I-I should have a-asked f-f-first, I'm sorry"

After seen the basement the moth now believes that she could have simply asked Ela for some fun time, so she feels bad for being rude.