Gwenog groaned as she got the rough treatment right back, allowing herself to be pinned and hooking a leg around the woman's hip, trying to get pressure where she wanted it. Sadly it was mostly in vain. "Can do," she gasped, grasping hard at the woman's arse, fingers digging in, the bare amount of nails she had, scratching slightly.
"No need for your name, although at least you know what to scream," she said, taking charge again and using her strength to push away from the wall, and drive the woman over to the bed. Damn, her legs went on forever, and those tiny pants covered practically nothing. She grasped the bottom of the dress, pulling it further, scrabbling for a second with a zip until she could pull it up over her head.