Just as Tina began to mumble incoherently into the gag, Bette pulled her along, much to her mini audience’s chagrin. She just smiled back at them with that infamous grin as she tugged Tina along.

"Someone has a rough punishment awaiting her at home."

Tina growled again, a very threatening tone in the back of her throat, but was silenced with a little pinch in her side. Bette chuckled and removed them from the crowd where Tina struggled in her arms again. She looked carefully, and still no safeword sign. Bette was greatly impressed with Tina’s tolerance of their little switch. She knew it couldn’t have been easy, but neither would her payback. She smirked at that thought, easily keeping Tina under control. It was times like these she was grateful for her incredible strength.

Even Tina had to admit it was hot to be handled so roughly, still feeling ultimately safe in her wife’s arms. Of course, she only admitted that to herself in this thrilling moment.

Bette teased her all the way to a room she spotted Anya in, and helped Tina inside. "Oh here she is," Bette chuckled, watching the friendly features of the dominant woman soften even further in their presence. As Anya parted with another two women, they were left in the small room alone, and Bette released Tina’s arm to loosen and remove the gag.

Tina breathed heavily, blowing the hair in front of her eyes up and only slightly over. It wasn’t for practicality, it was out of frustration, and they all knew it. It made Anya smile.

"Been having fun, I see." She looked into Tina’s eyes and read the blond well. They had grown to be friends, and she would often pride herself in predicting the woman’s ludicrous behavior. Bette would surely be paying tonight, that much she knew.

As she left to bring them their things, she smirked at their role reversal.

Even though the phrase was obviously directed toward Tina, Bette answered to keep with the tone of her disguise. "Yes we have, haven’t we, my little pet?"

Tina’s eyes turned to the taunting voice without movement of her head whatsoever. It had a greater impact that way, instinctively. There was a little smile behind those eyes, and everyone knew it. Still, Bette treated her as she pleased, taking the soft blond hair in her hand and tugging back on it.