so maybe the batteries she'd stolen from the media room's remote had finally died and her vibrator was useless to her. maybe she was 3/4s through a very expensive bottle of red. the whys and hows didn't matter.

val stumbled into the wall across from ember's apartment. her hand pressed against the coolness of the wallpaper and she laughed, waiting for her sense of balance to return. the near-empty bottle of wine rested between her breast and the upper part of her left arm. she'd gotten more confident making use of what remained of the limb.

she stumbled a few steps across the hall and rapt on ember's door. when the other woman's face appeared valerii gave her a lazy grin. "i was wondering if you wanna play spin the bottle." val scrunched her nose in amusement and added "or seven minutes in heaven." she felt confident and sexy which was a feeling that had grown foreign to her since the accident. her boobs looked great, her ass looked great.

not to mention the $8,000 chateau lafite-rothschild warming her from the inside.