[p3 xmare] Roxanne's reconciliation

A succubus, or incubus in the case of a male, is a mythical beast that takes the form of a beautiful seductress or enchantress. She can travel through dreams to get to her victims, where she seduces them into sexual activity. She feeds on sexual energy and relies on it for sustenance, often with no need for human food or rest. Repeated sexual activity with a succubus can harm or even kill mortals.

She scrolled as quickly through the page as possible until she hit the thing she didn't want to see: a drawing, one that looked hundreds of years old, of figures scrawled with a bright rose gold light depicted between them. The succubus in the drawing appeared to be in multiple places.

"How drunk am I?!" She went back to splashing cold water on her face. Weirdly, she didn't feel anywhere near as drunk as she had been not long ago.

She took a second to lean on the sink, thinking about the situation. She deduced that she was either a succubus, or insane. And either way, it was connected to the game or something she'd drank.

Still resting one hand on the sink for support, she looked up at the mirror and was surprised to see a figure standing behind her. She jumped, "FUCK!" She turned. "Jill?!"

Roxanne felt her heart skip a beat as she reacquainted herself with the woman. Her eyes made their way down Jill's body, taking her in. "You look ... different ... somehow?" Jill had apparently changed her outfit to something much tighter and less frumpy than the composition she'd arrived in. She was now wearing a black tank top and jacket and tight white pants, accompanied by a red glove on one hand.

Jill blushed. She looked like she was struggling for an explanation herself.

Roxanne shook her head, trying to overcome the confusion of the day combined with the strange feelings seeing Jill was conjuring in her. She needed space. Another bathroom-goer knocked into Jill, distracting her. Roxanne, seeing this as an opportunity to slide around the arguing pair, did so, slipping into a stall. She pushed the door shut, but a hand stopped it from closing, instead gently guiding it open again.

Jill reached out to comfort Roxanne, clearly aware that Roxanne was going through something. ''Roxanne are you--' Jill started, before a soft static shock between her hand and Roxanne's shoulder seemed to jump between the two.

"Fuck!" Roxanne tested her vocabulary again, flailing her arms around to assert some personal space. She sat on the toilet lid and rubbed her temples. "What is going on?!" She asked the universe. "And what happened to your clothes?" She pointed at the journalist's tighter outfit.

''Not sure, seems like they fit better now anyway," Jill said as she tugged at the bottom of her shirt for emphasis, looking down at it.

Roxanne watched the meek journalist stare at her own clothes for a few moments, before panicking and patting all of her pockets, as if she worried she'd lost something. She admired the way the form-fitting white pants showed off Jill's fit legs, especially the way they hugged her toned ass. She almost wanted to reach out and squeeze it. The same could be said for her waist, and actually all of her. Roxanne's eyes explored idly.

The more she thought about this, the less attention she had left to give to the new gold strands of light starting to appear again between them. The comforting, warm lightning started to illuminate the stall, finally tearing her attention away from Jill's body. She felt the feeling she'd encountered outside build again, almost like a sexy rage inside her. She tried to swat the energetic lines away to no avail. She had to get away from the woman standing in front of her before she did something she might regret.

Jill, too, started to look flustered, once again distracted by whatever was going on in her head. Jill was breathing quickly, trying to fan her face with her hand. Even the sound of her breathing was starting to mix into Roxanne's feelings.

Roxanne tried to capitalise on Jill's distraction and squeeze past her to get out, but the gap was smaller than she thought when she planned the manoeuvre. For a few seconds, as Roxanne tried to move past, they were sandwiched inches apart in the stall doorway. Roxanne put her hand on Jill's thin waist to get past and, in that moment, more than a spark flowed. Their warm chests were pushed against each other. Faces inches apart, both flustered and breathing quickly, their eyes met.

They held the gaze for what felt like an eternity, before they both caved, looking away from each other awkwardly. Roxanne slipped out of the stall, panicked, before she could find another one to slip into.

"Hey, are you okay?" She heard Jill's voice above the door.

Roxanne just bit her lip, knowing that her flustered tone would say too much if she tried to speak.

"Roxanne, I need you to answer me. if you're feeling sick, we might need to get you to a hospital."

"Jill... I think you should go... I'm fine..." Roxanne managed.

"Roxanne, I'm not leaving until you come out here. You sound like--"

"NO!" Roxanne was surprised at how forceful her voice came out. A large amount of the strands of light dissipated into the room as if her words had blown it away. "I need ... just ..." She took a second to rethink her next steps, trying to get a grip on the situation. She sighed, "Fine!" and stood, opening the door.

Jill, apparently leaning on it, almost fell.

"Look. Either I'm going insane or something funny is going on. I know you're feeling it too, so I'm starting to think it's the latter. I'm going to get to the bottom of this. You can come with me or you can leave me alone."

She took a step towards the door.

Jill looked as if she'd been woken from deep thought.

"Are you coming?" Roxanne said, twisting around to look at her.

Sam watched, confused, from the table in the food court as his girlfriend and favourite journalist left the bathroom together, rushing towards one of the deserted aisles of the conference. He gathered their leftovers into a bag and tidied the table.

Roxanne glanced back at Jill, following a few steps behind. For such a fit person, Roxanne couldn't understand why Jill was panting so much from the walk. She looked ahead, navigating back to the board and card games exhibits, but couldn't focus. Something was compelling Roxanne to take every opportunity to take in in every detail of Jill that she could.

"Come on!" She stretched her hand back to Jill, who took it. Roxanne used it to make sure they'd walk together, a thinly veiled excuse to have her in easier view.

The moment their hands met, the electricity was back. Somewhere between a romantic epiphany and a girlish crush, warmth spread straight over Roxanne's body, and curiously, straight to her erotic places. They tensed as they did when she thought about something arousing. She wondered what she could have thought of that would be arousing, but that train of thought spiralled out of control quickly, leading her to inadvertently think all kinds of erotic things, chiefly making out with the fit journalist against the wall of one of the exhibit stands.

She tried to push the idea out of her head, speeding up her walk to a power walk, practically a march. She tried to focus on their destination -- the game of cards that seemed related to all of this -- but it did nothing to push the idea out of her head. She was horny.

She stopped, let go of Jill's hand and bowed forwards, her elbows on her knees and fingers rubbing her temples. "What is going on?!"

Jill turned, clearly also confused and exasperated by Roxanne's emotional pendulum. "W-what is it?"

"I just," Roxanne started, looking at the long black nails on her hand that certainly weren't there the day before, "I just feel like I--"

Jill waited for the end of the sentence, but jumped when Roxanne looked up at her. "Your eyes!"

Roxanne ignored her, and watched her own hand as she raised it to Jill's shoulder. Her heart was racing. She was not sure if this is what she wanted, but her body was talking to her. It was louder than her mind. She pushed Jill, gently at first, and then more aggressively, against the wall, just as she had in her mind. She stepped closer, rocking her hips in a seductive manner she didn't even know she knew.

She used the flat of her forearm across Jill's chest to press her seductively against the wall. Her other hand leant on the wall immediately beside Jill's head. Jill struggled against it for an inconsequential amount of time before succumbing to it, curious, interested, and voluntarily trapped. Roxanne stepped closer again until her body was pushing on Jill's body and they could feel each other's air as it shallowed into faster, smaller breaths. Their lips were close enough that they could feel each other's lips, invisible sparks jumping between them, stimulating the urge forming inside Roxanne for the woman she despised just hours ago. Both of their hearts thumped in their chest.

"Ugh, this is NOT the place, you two better leave or I'm calling security." A woman with a frustrated expression was standing in the hallway, hands on her hips, walking towards them.

Suddenly, the moment was over and they were back in the hallway, just out of breath and with a feeling of emptiness in their chests. Roxanne was back to a meek self, releasing Jill from her arm immediately and apologetically. "I'm ... going to go find the stall."