Drunken Girl's Day

Scylla didn't try to hide the fact that she was more than a little put out by Avacyn's decision to throw her brother aside. That wasn't Manea's fault, however. The horned woman had tried her best to set things up, but there was no controlling others sometimes. Whatever beef there was, it was between Scylla and Avacyn; not Manea.

The pair drank their wine and the smaller wolf could feel the warmth spread through her body. Scylla sighed, stretching and spreading her nimble digits as she did so. Each drink tasted better than the last, and soon the bottle was mostly gone. She wondered how much Manea had in her own bottle.

Once the question was posed, Manea answered. A mundane answer at first, then things got more interesting when the woman mentioned that she felt most alive when tied up with her lovers. A low chuckle pulled from the Klein fae's throat. "I know just what you mean," she spoke and poured the remainder of the wine down her throat. Scylla was never shy. Alcohol just made her more loose and relaxed. "Most of my lovers have met untimely ends. It's been a while, sadly."

One paw rolled the empty bottle away and it tinkled lightly as it turned a circle on the pebbly beach. With a little noise in her throat and a happy little smile, Scylla fixed her dual-toned gaze on Manea. "Well, Manea. Shall we make one another feel alive?" It was a blatant offer of sex and good times. There were never any strings attached when it came to Scylla and she expected no strings in return. This would simply be two ladies working out their frustrations and indulging in some relaxation and pleasure.

"Scylla Klein"