As Mira rubbed her face on Matilda's soft, black fur, Arad was on the bed, busy with Selina. Unlike the other two, she liked a gentler approach, a slow and steady approach to love. She didn't need him to be as passionate as he was with Mira, nor as rough as Matilda demanded.
A gentle touch, a loving caress, and soft work. She was easily spooked, rattled, and put off by any sign of eccentric behavior. Selina knew that she was a scaredy cat, too timid and too soft to put herself up there with the other people.
Just speaking with people regularly was a problem, so being naked and doing such things with Arad here in front of over twenty other people wasn't easy at all for her. Even if Merlin's medicine helped her now, nothing would prevent her from dying of shame or getting a heart attack just remembering tonight's events later on.
