For the most part, Sonya was able to control herself. That morning with Arwen was fun and pleasurable, but since then her desires were only worse, and even denying them didn't seem to help. The best it seemed to get was a constant burn that made her clothing seem tight, the worst of it came in the form of an ache that made her want to grab the nearest adult (male or female) and jump them.
She was currently in the gym, blessedly empty of people at the moment, and working her frustrations out on the gym back. The fury of punch and kick combinations seemed to relieve her, but as exhaustion set in, the urge to curl up and take matters into her own hands only seemed to grow stronger.
Sonya barely registered the door opening, stopping the bag before turning to face the newcomer.
"What?" she snapped: it probably wasn't the best sort of greeting, but she was strung tight and neither avoiding nor giving in seemed to help. From an outside perspective, the instense training made her look only more attractive: her form sweaty and panting, while her side bangs worked themselves out of her ponytail.