ready for a change

She had lost, against one of her very own packmates at that. Bitter was a better word for it, she was a klein and her pride for the first time had been hurt. Voodoo understood she was inexperienced and young but she hadnt expected to go down so easily. She had however carefully slected herbs that she heard had some.... interesting affects. Voodoo had made a concotion of cannabis. Not long after her consumption of the properly tinctured plant she had begun to feel it.

She wasnt far from the party, somehow she was also anxious her family or mother would catch her. The funny feeling in the back of her head was pleasureable. Voodoo began to tell herself not to worry. Who cared if she lost? "A klein, being shameful im a disaster." she giggled sitting in the nook as she licked her lips. Was she thirsty?