She more carefully focused on the memory of quiet tones ringing out through her ears.
By turns, she absently watched herself smile in joy at the memory of the words; blush, giggle, and shudder in anticipation of the fulfillment of others; cry out in longing at some; and then laugh in bliss.
But at some words, at many, at the sum of the whole, her animation ceased and she stared fixedly at the girl in the mirror before her. She traced the lines of that face and said, I know you. Very well. But I don't know her.