Seductive Purr
Aisling did not notice the ethereal, minuscule wisps of light landing on her and her sinking into her body. She was busy clinging to Abaddon's arm like an octopus. Her two arms felt like a rope around his right arm.
Moreover, she pressed that arm tightly to her soft bosom. Rex felt a little dazed and had to struggle to concentrate on leading them along the road.
"Are you sure they won't remember me?" She asked while pulling the arm.
"Do you want them to remember you?" He asked helplessly.
"No!" She shouted. "My image will collapse. I am an untouchable queen with the grace of a goddess."
Abaddon laughed. "Then why did you decide to drink and dance without a care?"
"It is called letting loose. You should try it sometime." She stuck out a tongue at him.
Abaddon wanted to teach the woman a lesson. If he also let loose, although the concept itself was impossible, who would take care of her?
"Oh, where is Cal?" She asked suddenly.