Marianne Campbell, who can transform others through touch

Marianne was at the bar. This wasn't the first time she'd ended up here, nor would it be the last. However, today was the first time she'd gotten this drunk. Ever.

Beside her, her girlfriend Tessa put an arm protectively around her waist to stop her from falling off the bar stool, the other one extracting money from her wallet to pay for the eight shots Marianne had downed. Taking most of her girlfriend's weight, Tessa gave a last apologetic smile at the bar tender before dragging Marianne out onto the street. "T'ssa?" she slurred. "Y' sm'll niiice."

"Thank you," Tessa sighed. "Now, can you help me get you home?"

Marianne gave a nod, her head lolling to the side. She tried her best to get her legs to cooperate, and to a point she succeeded, though much of her weight still fell on Tessa's shoulders. Together, they stumbled through the park in silence, until they passed a bench, and Marianne motioned to sit down.

"'wanna take m' gloves off..." she murmured. Tessa stilled.

In all the three years she'd known Marianne, the redhead had always refused to take off her gloves. At first, Tessa had thought it just part of her aesthetic - leather gloves tied with ribbons to go with the black lace Victorian dresses she wore - but as time went on, she found that Marianne never took her gloves off, at least never when she was around. Any time she even suggested it, she'd be met with vehement resistance. As much as she hated to admit it, Marianne was hiding a secret under those gloves, one that only eight shots of vodka, it seemed, would get her to spill.

Tessa shook her head. No, she wouldn't take advantage of her girlfriend's drunken state.

"Pleeeease, Tessie. I wanna take m' gloves off," Marianne whined.

Okay, maybe she would. But only this once.

Tessa's fingers quickly undid the ribbons and slipped off the black leather, exposing Marianne's pale, thin wrists to the cool night air. Marianne stared at them, almost as if she was confused to why they were there. Then, her face transformed into a smile, and she looked up at Tessa.

"Tess?"

"Yes?"

"Ca' I touch you?"

Tessa (5'8):

Marianne (5'1):