Joe
*The macen finishes his alcohol, setting the glass aside. Gently, he would push Isabelle onto the bedroll, now on top of her.*

"Oh? I guess you'll really like this night then."

*Zed moves towards Isabelle's neck, kissing it and leaving marks. She was his. All his.*
Janita
Falling onto the bedroll, Isabelle blinked a few times, dizzy and confused. But soon the fae's attention would turn to her neck, her hands running through the macen's hair once again, holding them with a firm grip.

"Zed~" 

*'It tickles.'* She thought, a small hidden smile appearing on her lips. Incredibly, she was not afraid or hesitating about what was going to happen that night. Perhaps alcohol was helping her with this, but even so, she felt at peace and loved.

"H-Hey, Zed. I, uhm, never had a boyfriend, you know..."

Isabelle searched for words to be able to say that she didn't know exactly what was going to happen, but unfortunately, she was ashamed to say.
Joe
"Well, I don't think you'll need another one. I'll be all you need."

*Zed kisses her yet again, feeling her soft lips on his own. His hand reaches behind her, gently grabbing her long, silky hair. Soon, the Fae would feel his fingertips drag along her body, going lower, lower, lower...*

*It's safe to say that the two had an excellent time.*
Charles
```Fade to black.```