The thing lowered down slowly, a weightless black shape. Only when she came into the light could Titian see that she was holding her face, blushing...

Perhaps he should not act so fearful next time.

"You are such a good male, Titian." She smiled, picking up the potion carefully, and holding it to her chest. "I owe you more than just protection for this. Really. Please do not be too intimidated to ask me a favour, darling..."

"Just not tonight."

And then she was gone.

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Abigail was awoken to the smell of wine and perfume. And a full-bodied Drow, laying upon the sheets next to her.

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