That's... unexpected.

Scrambling to her feet, Selas makes a mad dash to the kitchen where you hear water starting to run, and loud spitting noises. Charlie just smirks and laughs, enjoying Selas' "discovery" of why porn blowjobs usually end with facials. Collecting yourself, you put on your own facade of concern, asking her if Selas will be alright. "Yeah. Yeah, she'll be fine," she replies, waving you off. "Went through that the first time I gave head. It's a kind of rite of passage."

"Really?" you ponder quietly, raising an eyebrow and cleaning yourself up.

Selas comes back in a few minutes, gargling loudly and depositing it into a cup she brought with her. Sticking out her tongue, she grimaces and shivers. "Ugh... that tasted horrible! And people like swallowing that?"

"Yes Sara, some people do," Charlie barks out another laugh, while Selas looks at you, half of her face is a demon grinning, while the other is a human, looking disheartened. "But, truth be told, the taste is up to the guy. If he eats mostly crap, it'll taste like crap. He eats fruits, a lot better. Like pineapples." Her brows narrow and she looks up in thought. "Don't think I've ever had one like that before, though. So, you know, your results may vary." But, she does, and so do you, catch the hopeful glance that Selas shoots in your direction. "Anyway, we don't need you here anymore, so you can get out now. Time for girl talk," she says, dismissing you with a wave. Clearing your throat, you excuse your self, telling Selas that you'll pick up dinner for the pair of you first.

You scarf down your portion as fast as you could before Selas can come home, but she doesn't come back until just before midnight. She finds you in bed, nursing an upset stomach, and brings you a glass of water and painkiller. "Don't think you're getting out of it that easy," she grins, stroking your hair. "You're getting your real dinner for breakfast tomorrow, as well as breakfast." Your stomach turns and you groan in agony, downing the medication, hoping it takes effect quickly. Selas smirks at you and leaves your room. But before she closes the door, she pokes her head in and says, "Oh by the way, I wouldn't drink anything in that apartment if I were you." Your eyes shoot wide in concern and you sit up to demand an explanation, but she ends the conversation by slamming the door shut.

You don't get much sleep that night.