Pre-hangover hangover

Maybe it was the familiar setting of her own home, or maybe it was just the heavy amount of booze in her system, but Rosie seemed pretty relaxed about making a potentially career-changing decision on a whim, and just as unworried about the crazy girl's approach and unmistakeably sultry expression.

She tilted her head up, matching Alyssa's gaze with a similar look on her own face. "Well, since we are discussing league business, here... It'd be the only way to keep things official, no?" Rosie said, her voice holding a certain type of hungry.

"Of course. It'll just be like shaking hands." Alyssa grinned slowly, snaking her arms around Rosie's back. Her fingers gripped the conductor's petite rear, squeezing down with an almost playful intensity as she looked down. Her predatory nature was soon exposed as she licked her lips, as if preparing to savour Rosie's body. "I expect us to be getting along well now."

Her body pressed in closer, flushed with inebriation and lust. If her soon to be partner wasn't careful, she could end up with one insatiable psycho ravaging her!

Rosie got the not-at-all-subtle message when Alyssa's fingers clamped down roughly on her lower cheeks. She shot up with a shock, but rather than shy away... the little conductor smiled back in an equally hungry manner. She'd certainly regret this in the morning.

But here in this moment, Alyssa had Rosie tightly wrapped in their web of lust and sin already. There was no place for concern or care here. "Haahn... You sure you wanna do this... last chance ta say no..." Rosie gave Alyssa the question she should probably have asked herself, before pulling the girl who'd haunted her nightmares into her tiny body.

"Last chance to say no? I should be telling that to you...." Alyssa pressed herself against the conductor, her lips crushing against Rosie's when she finished speaking. There was no going back now. The predatory nature of the Bomber wouldn't settle for anything less than complete satiation. The poor pinkette was probably going to be limping in the morning, that was for sure.

Speaking of the morning, of course, it seemed that the two were still alive by that time. Bruised, battered, and completely drained of whatever desire they might've had, but still breathing. It wouldn't be a pretty sight, but nothing involving Alyssa could be.