Somehow the lights and smells around her became more intense, the sounds became clearer and more diverse and the contours of her body under her trailing hands became softer, more sensitive and far more worthy of attention than they had been before. To her it seemed the whole world had slowed down and she was allowed to experience it in more detail than ever before. A simple act such as walking up to the bar and letting her jacket slide off her arms became extremely sensual. Every nerve tingled as the fabric caressed her skin and exposed it to the air.

"I was..." she began to answer Annabelle's question but trailed off while slowly tracing her lips with her fingers. The atmosphere at the pub was so welcoming. So warm. Brooklyn stared at the fireplace at the far end of the room. She felt her body heating up. Was she dreaming? She could still feel the succubus' flesh on her own and caught lingering wafts of her scent. That was real? It had to have been.

"I was..." her brows knitted together as the past hour came flooding back in excruciating detail, "Holy shit."

"You were [i]what[/i]?" Annabelle pressed her.

The girl's cheeks blushed deeply and her eyes we wide. Her nails dug into the bar, "I got lost! Okay!? Dammit, I told him that I was going for a walk so I went for a walk and that's it! It's none of your business I'm fine leave me alone!" Barkeep!" her defensive yelling petered out into an exhausted request and her voice cracked, "I need a Kavorkien."