Pulsar.

"Pulsar, you say. I'll make it for you with great pleasure! Give me a minute."

"Yes please, give it your best. I'm an experienced consumer, I can tell if there was pleasure."

Sitting on a tall bar chair was not very comfortable, but was associated with a lot of good memories buried in her subconsciousness. As Jen could not fish them out of there just yet, this connection was purely emotional. The chair's seat itself was a bit wobbly, as if not secured to the legs properly. The girl thought it was weird, as every thing she ever touched in this mall before was of unimaginably good quality.

"There you go." — Jen heard the tiny bubbles popping in the glass that was just put onto the counter and wrapped her hand around it. The sparkling cocktail smelled of roses. Jen took a little sip to get a clue of its taste.

It felt like it vaporized in her mouth, but the tingling remained and traveled down quickly, much quicker than any liquid. Some of it stayed around her breasts, making them a little more sensitive, and the rest traveled all the way down to her pussy, inflicting the same effect.

For a while, the tinglings continued in different parts of her sexual areas. Jen moved her restless ass around the wobbly chair as the sensations were gradually centralizing around her respective nipples and clitoris.

Then it suddenly gave way to pulses of pure pleasure. She grasped her latex-clad boobs, and the effect was amplified by the added sensitivity. It would be so very easy to come on the spot, but Jen remembered that, while she did not see anyone in the room, that did not mean the barmaid was not watching.

Jen felt the Pulsar wearing off after a few minutes and held onto the glass without raising it, her lips tense, as she was thinking on what to do with it.