Back home.

You walk back to your apartment, noting that the clock tower reads 5:18 AM as you exit the gates of the strange marketplace. As you make your way 'home' if you could call the slummy apartment that, your mind is elated with the possibilities a small bottle can bring. Stopping at the 24 hour corner store while on route.

Walking back into your apartment, you already can hear the thump of her subwoofer, although fairly quiet, it's still recognizable from outside her door. 'Already up I see, I guess I should knock at about 3:00' you think. As soon as you shut the door behind you, your jeans fall to the floor and you take your cock in hand. Producing your "essence" was easy, already close to the edge just from the thoughts on your way home.

Pouring the bottle of jizz and magic into a freshly opened bottle of coconut rum, you steel your nerves for the second part of your plan.