"Know that this pain is not real."  He slips one hand through one of the larger holes in her dress, and lays it on her back, near the base of her spine, as one might hold a dancer in a couple's dance.  Where he touches, that whole area feels like touching a spoon that's been heated under hot water, such as one might use to sear the proteins of a mosquito bite; the pain builds, from there, but not to the point of touching boiling water or hot iron.

"Know that this pain is not real."  He slips one hand through one of the larger holes in her dress, and lays it on her back, near the base of her spine, as one might hold a dancer in a couple's dance.  Where he touches, that whole area feels like touching a spoon that's been heated under hot water, such as one might use to sear the proteins of a mosquito bite; the pain builds, from there, but not to the point of touching boiling water or a stove burner.

"Know that this pain is not real."  He slips one hand through one of the larger holes in her dress, and lays it on her back, near the base of her spine, as one might hold a dancer in a couple's dance.  Where he touches, that whole area feels like touching a spoon that's been heated under hot water, such as one might use to sear away the histamine reaction of a mosquito bite; the pain builds, from there, but not to the point of touching boiling water or a stove burner.