"No", Midnight replies, whilst eating a another cookie. "You?"

“No, I'm done for the evening. I figured I walked with you if you had another class or back to the dorms, got to burn off the weight those cookies will pack on after all,” she laughs.

"Indeed", Midnight says, deep in thought. Where have I tasted that ingredient before?

Daphnee smiles. She's burning up. How? Why? There is an inexplicable need that course through her as she casually walks with the girl, each step reminding her of her recent state.

“Will I get a chance of meeting your roommates or are am I out of luck for today?” She does not know why the question even matters as she considers it in her mind.

"I think the two of them are off... Doing other things". Midnight says, with a very subtle implication. She wiggles her eyebrows, and repeats "other things", just to be sure Daphnee got the message. Then makes a circle with one hand and sticks the finger of the other through it. "OTHER things". Now certain that Daphnee know exactly what she was implying, she walks jauntily along.

What had made that thought so arousing? Normally she would dismiss such things as a straight woman but something about that implication sounded divine. Maybe it was because the majority of the “guests” tormented her and she wasn't arrived to gather much, if any, pleasure from this.

She nods at the implied implication. “Rhaine and … Dani was it? There lovers or do they just indulge on occasion?” She had no negative opinion about lesbianism never really thinking of it much.

"I think they're... Together", Midnight says. "But on occasion, they have been known to invite others to join them." A smile spreads across Midnight's face at the memory. "Well, I think they're busy, which leaves your place."

Daphnee nods. “It's a little untidy but OK, let's go.” Her idea of untidy happens to be a few puppets she has out and the kitchen table littered with parts of her latest creation that she was busy working on her and there. There was no rush though.

“Would you like something to drink? I've got some punch and juice.”

"A cup of tea?" Midnight says, producing a laptop and making herself at home, flopping down and taking up all of the sofa.

Daphnee does not drink tea but Midnight is in luck, she's been practicing tea ceremonies for Vera as the Head Girl drank it often enough and as her servant it was imperative that she should learn this. Vera never came out and said it but with her you had to read between the lines and use your own judgment to keep useful.

She makes a tea. Putting a bit of effort into it and comes back. She serves Midnight. “You know I've never had a guest before come to think of it." She sits in a chair near the sofa.

“Can I ask you a bit of a personal question, feel free to say no I'm just being nosy.”

"What is it?" Midnight says, head tilted a little to the side.

She can't shake these images from her head but the only woman she ever has been intimate with was her Mistress. She had no such feelings other wise and her hand lifted to her throat at lest to the casual observer since no one could see the now cursed bell her Mistress gave her.

Now it is a trap, a torment that demon Therion uses against her and she wonders if he's fucking with her now, pressing her mind into such alien realms … well, not so alien given that she has experienced such things with her Mistress and enjoyed them or course.

Even the torturous session that lasted a night only to be cruelly followed by a session with Therion. He option if physically there so she was only doing as expected to serve her Mistress.

She bites her lower lip, gaze flickering to the door. “This was a bad idea.” Therion had to be doing something, perhaps trying to see if she would say anything about her attacks so he could punish her. She thinks about going to her Mistress, but there was no guarantee she would get relief either …

“I, I need to go,” she says suddenly, green eyes flickering to the door again.

"It's your own apartment! I'm the one who should be going. It's fine. Enjoy thee cookies", Midnight says, as she walks towards the door.

“I … I got too ...” a blush creeps over her cheeks as she calculates in her head what she wishes to say. But that sugar, whatever it was, it was affecting her to a point where ration thoughts weren't so rational especially as Midnight moves closer towards the door. It's almost as if she's racing against her in a means to get there first.

“I don't mean to ...” she was uncertain, conflicted. “I, I think someone slipped me something, I'm not ...”

She pauses not even realizing that her fingers are stroking down the length of Midnight's arm as she considers her words. “Stupid isn't it? Who'd do that here? Who'd care to do it in the first place.”

"W-what are you talking about, Daphnee?". Midnight asks.