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“Ahh, I hope this is okay...”

After a short journey through the park, she had guided her companion to a small clearing in the trees. A blanket lay spread across the grass, faintly lit by a smattering of candles. Two glasses, and a couple of bottles. She waved her hand over the nearer flames, casting a blurring field of refraction that caused them to dance and sparkle.

On the hazy fringes of slumber, it was exceptionally comforting to have somebody with her. Sure, she hugged Steven often, but there was always the fear she could turn or hurt him if she stopped paying attention.

There was little such worry with Sn0w. Though she was lithe and graceful, she was far from delicate. The solid form of her partner was reassuring, she felt real to hold. 

Resting on her back with her dark companion lying on her chest, she held one hand lightly over the other’s back. Her tail- never really sitting still- curled every so often between her legs, flexing slowly around Sn0w’s ankle before shifting back to the floor. 

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The night had taken something of an odd turn. Her shift was winding down well, a mostly peaceful night she’d even been able to have a couple of drinks in the final hours she was on the clock. Then they arrived...

Not an unpleasant group; quite the opposite in fact. A small collection of young adults, dressed in bright and impressive outfits. They were beyond jubilant; pure happiness flowed from them as they practically floated into the bar. She thought perhaps they were drunk, but they smelled so little of alcohol. Rather, something she didn’t recognise, almost the faintest hint of chemical she could only equate to cleaning products. 

“What a goddess!”

“Stark angel!”

“Giant beauty; you have to dance with us!”

They had been so enthusiastic, she couldn’t say no...

And now here she was. This place was dark yet lit with flashing and glaring lights, music pounded throughout the establishment and there were many, many people... Perhaps it was the drink in her, but she did not seem to mind. What bothered her, was how well they all moved around her, how in time with the music... How much joy they were having. She wanted to have that fun too. But she was hesitant. 

One woman, an intruiging dark creature in a... Black dress? Green...? Perhaps it was changing... Regardless; she moved with almost ethereal grace, like she was the music. She was entranced at first, but she could not remain silent.

“Uhm, miss...?”

“How is it that thou dance so well? Thine movements are sublime...”

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