NEPHELE
Hm. Chaste, brief, she really expected no less. The young man's sister comes to his side, and Nephele's own expression turns curious as talk immediately erupts in rather scientific terms. Curious. Before she can comment or examine it further, she is spinning the bottle and immediately faced with a new bottle. Her distraction is broken by her face is being gently grabbed and tilted, and she's staring into mismatched irises before she is swiftly kissed. It's far different, all-consuming and talented, lingering pointedly in the face of the game's rules. Nephele's stiffness immediately turns into loose-limbed goo as she's promoted by a teasing tongue upon her lower lip to open her mouth. It's no more than a quick indulgence, a brief slide of tongues together that makes her belly clench with desire for more, and then the woman is withdrawing with a last impish peck to her cheek. Nephele stares after her, stunned, lips damp and cheeks a bit pink. The woman winks at her, and Nephele abruptly turns her gaze away, refusing to be flustered but taken aback nonetheless. Quite a good end to the game if she says so herself. Perhaps this Frey deity is not so bad.
and I stood there waiting
even as the first drop fell
wondering why the water burned
