An Evening of Bad Decisions

It didn’t even occur to Chloe that Lelei might have physically injured her. She only recognized that he was asking about that after the fact.

But what was this about dealing with consequences honestly? Something about that remark didn’t sit well with her. She thought over it a few times. What kinds of consequences could he be talking about? She waited for him to clean himself up a little and get his pants on.

He said that he didn’t think she was a bad demon girl. “Thanks. That makes me feel a little better.” It didn’t. “But, uh,” Chloe was sitting up now. “You weren’t saying you’re going to report this to anyone, are you? Because I think this is shitty enough without that.”

She wasn’t making any moves towards the shower just yet.

“…Okay.” She sighed. “I don’t feel that way at all though. About you using me. In fact,” she stood up. “I’m having trouble convincing myself this isn’t my fault. I’m the one who got drunk and hit you with my powers, but you’re still the one who would get in trouble if you reported it.”

Chloe’s towel fell a little, revealing her breasts. She caught it before it fell all the way to the ground. “I’m terrible at being a demon. All this guilt. I should be saying things like ‘that was fun, we should do it again sometime.’” And it was fun. She wasn’t so drunk that she didn’t remember what was happening. She even remembered giving herself permission to sleep with him, telling herself that goblins probably weren’t monogamous. Just a stupid, flimsy excuse to cheat on her girlfriend.

She couldn’t let anyone know. For Cheeto's sake.

“I think I’ll clean up now. Don’t leave yet. I wanna check the hallway so nobody sees you leaving. Gossip travels faster than light in this fucking place.”