Mouse on Boob Kinda Day

The effects of the aphrodisiac in the punch was beginning to kick in for webb as he started feeling a little flush. Azrael lacked a stomach, so he was not really affected by it. But the "mouth tendrils" he was using fed through a sort of straw directly to Webb, who was defintely being affected.

"Sure sure, I'm actually Human, what you are seeing is an eldritch creature named Azrael. I use him as a sort of power armor, if you can believe that. I was trained as a soldier to use creatures like him in combat." Webb explained, he was beginning to look over Chloe more freely, assessing everything she could offer, as well as what he could offer her.

"But enough about me, what about you? I'd like to get to know more of you." he said, using the tone of his voice to subtly hint at his intentions as his thoughts of her grew more lewd by the minute.

Chloe watched, expressionless, as Malara gave her toast. To an unforgettable night that none of them would remember. Which is to say, she wanted to get completely black-out drunk on the chip sisters' booze.

"Alright, then."

What was that smile about, anyway? Did Malara know that she was worried about having to deal with a blacked out freshman girl? Chloe didn't want to have to assume responsibility for this child.

Chloe refocused her attention on Webb. He was actually a human wearing some sort of eldritch creature with an edgy biblical name. Like some sort of symbiotic power armor. Which led her to wonder: if they slept together, would that qualify as a threesome?

She caught the undertones in his voice, but they didn't bother her. Even though Cheeto was here, they didn't bother her. Maybe she could convince Cheeto to have a threesome with this guy. Or would that be a foursome...?

Chloe blinked. She realized, in that moment, how much thirst she was starting to feel. Why was she so horny all of a sudden? She answered Webb's question after an awkward pause.

"...Myself, Right. I'm Gabriel Baltimore's daughter. He owns a couple of businesses on the island, and he's a type of demon called a Goetic demon. I'm half that and half human. And unlike him, I can't shapeshift, so I'm horny all the time. I mean, um..."

Oh, hells. Here she was trying to contain her lust and she already let slip an innuendo.

"I always look like this. And I run a school club called the Demonic Student Union. Uh, you said you were some kind of soldier? What did you fight for?"

Chloe was still blushing about that 'horny all the time' comment. This party couldn't end soon enough. She either needed to go home and get a bit of privacy or find a way to sneak off with Chee.

Webb took notice of her innuendo usage, and due to the aphrodisiacs going into full effect, he became even more flushed inside the suit and both he and Azrael began to get a little worked up, a small bulge beginning to noticibly take shape for those who were watching. He was also trying to catch some more looks of Chloe's lace again, not really hiding it but trying to not overly broadcast his interest.

"Um, to be honest I don't know. The facility I was kept at was destroyed before I could learn of what we were meant to fight." he replied. After he replied he looked at Chloe a little more before he got a little closer and put an arm around her waste.

"You seem a little tense, like you could relax a bit. If you want, you could ask me other questions too if you want?" he said, his voice turning more provocative.

Chloe didn't quite flinch away from Webb when he wrapped his arm around her. This all felt a little bit off. She was lusting like crazy, to the point where it couldn't possibly be natural. And as her lust grew, so did her paranoia. Did someone drug her? Was there some kind of weird pheromone in the air? Was she under some kind of spell? It couldn't have been the drink - she never took a drink from someone unless she watched them pour it, and Webb didn't have a chance to slip anything in.

"Um..." she peeled his arm off of her waist, chuckling nervously. "You're kinda in my personal space right now, Webb. We don't know each other that well."

She glanced over at Cheeto. For some reason, Chloe couldn't get herself to play the girlfriend card on this guy. It seemed too... final? Prohibitive?

Webb suddenly broke free a little from his sensual torpor at her discomfort, enough so to realize what he was doing.

"Oh, right, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me there." he said apologetically while rubbing the back of his neck. That wasn't like him, to just move in on somebody like that. He was still quite under the effects of the aphrodisia, but he could still reign himself in when he knew he should.

Chloe gripped Chee's hand tight. And if there weren't so many people here, she'd be doing a whole lot more than that with her. She was starting to feel hot. Flushed and uncomfortably aroused. People wouldn't need Malara's powers to tell she was aroused - you could see it in the color of her cheeks. A twitch of her tail would reveal another glimpse of that place where cheek met lace. But only for the briefest moment, unless you were Cheeto, who was in a perfect place to see up her skirt.

She looked down at Cheeto and smiled, then back up to Webb. "Eh, it's no big deal." She had been sending him signals, he backed off and apologized. No harm done. She didn't want her girlfriend to get into a fight with this guy, either, so she changed the subject. "So... you say you're wearing this Azrael guy? Does he have a lot of opinions about that or is he non-sentient?"

At that moment, Chloe noticed the bulge near his legs. Her eyes stayed on it for a few seconds longer than necessary before she averted her gaze. She wondered if he would have to remove this 'power armor' to sleep with someone. A disappointing prospect, to say the least.

"Oh, no everything is fine I think." Webb replied. He noticed Cheeto and Cloe locking hands together. Wait, were they lesbians? Shoot! Did that mean his attempts at flirting were all for nothing? Or....was it possible he could wind up with both? He hardly believed he was that lucky....though that would be hot as hell. The prospect was so exciting that, for those who were keeping count, a second bulge could be seen in his crotch.

"(Get. Me. Inside. Them. Or. Else.)" Azrael spoke within their shared mind.

"Oh he has opinions alright, he is most unhappy with his situation. But sometimes he and I can agree on certain things." he said.

"Um, if I'm alright in asking this, are you two a 'thing', or am I mistaken?"

Chloe was keeping count. She was intrigued, to say the least.

She thought she could hear some disappointment in his voice, at the prospect of them being a couple. And normally, this would be fine. She didn't like the idea of sleeping around with people she didn't know, as a general rule. This wasn't even the first person she'd met with more than one penis or penis-like appendage - there was a handful of those who swung by Gomorrah sometimes, and she'd deflected their advances.

But right now, she couldn't be bothered to restrain herself. "We're girlfriends, yeah. But... technically neither of us is a lesbian."

Chloe glanced down at Cheeto and squeezed her hand. There were some desires that Chloe couldn't really fulfill for Cheeto anymore, and Chloe knew it. Was it okay for her to put that information out there? Would Cheeto figure out where she was going with this and play along?

There was a little bit too much excitement going through Chloe's head for her to wonder whether this was a good idea.

Chloe was keeping count. She was intrigued, to say the least.

She thought she could hear some disappointment in his voice, at the prospect of them being a couple. And normally, this would be fine. She didn't like the idea of sleeping around with people she didn't know, as a general rule. This wasn't even the first person she'd met with more than one penis or penis-like appendage - there was a handful of those who swung by Gomorrah sometimes, and she'd deflected their advances.

But right now, she couldn't be bothered to restrain herself. "We're girlfriends, yeah. But... technically neither of us is a lesbian."

With a meaningful glance aimed at her girlfriend, she squeezed her hand. There were some desires that Chloe couldn't really fulfill for Cheeto anymore, and Chloe knew it. Was it okay for her to put that information out there? Would Cheeto figure out where she was going with this and play along?

Chloe finished off her punch glass. That was some pretty tasty stuff, and it wasn't too strong in the alcohol category. Maybe she'd get another couple of glasses before she left. That's about how much it would probably take for her to get buzzed, if she drank it fast enough, and she hated drinking straight hard alcohol.