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[ now seated, she doesn't seem in any particular rush to leave. seems the chocolate has managed to smooth down some of her frayed nerves, but it probably also doesn't hurt to suddenly find oneself with a very willing attendant. she takes the pills and water with a soft murmur of thanks, her cat-like eyes never once leaving him as he flutters about to wait on her. her meager attempt at modesty is also cast aside in favor of that bottle of water, though it isn't as if her hair wasn't long enough to fall in such a way so as to still give some semblance of decency... but she seems far less preoccupied with it now, as if his promise of finding her clothes was suitable enough for the time being.

for now, she seems content to watch him over the rim of the bottle lid that she keeps hovering just over her lips. it helps to hide the faint twist of amusement in them. ]

What are your thoughts on what happened last night? Surely you must have some.