As her guardians allowed the presence into her apartment, Millicent simply napped, until this essence touched her.<br/><br/>The breath upon her neck, immediately caused her eyes to snap wide open, blue orbs refracting the moonlight.  She was not frightened so much as surprised, this 'feeling' acknowledging non-harm by intensified gestures against her face and ear.<br/><br/>It was as if a blown kiss in the wind, the feeling of such nudging ones cheek; reassuring the receiver that they are cared for.<br/><br/>Mill, in her slumped position on her couch, feet still propped on the coffee table, smiles now, eyes taking a relaxed stance, a deep breath of appreciation in such a gift.<br/><br/>Things change, sometimes, and within heartbeats.<br/><br/>As this airy delight, the owner she still uncertain of, begins to find its way against her flesh, goosebumps rise with a sharp inhale by Millicent. Her body tenses, and she finds herself voluntarily allowing this essence to explore, the pleasure far outweighs the risks.<br/><br/>The moment that the unseen, unheard, unknown enters her domain,  Mill gasps out loudly, a low groan rolling deep in her vocals. She knows, immediately upon this presence plunging far into her body, who has sent this.<br/><br/>Her body sinks further against the couch, hands pulling to her thighs, her nails scratching at her worn jeans, while clenching her jaw. Her eyes roll back, a deep breath sucked in as she shivers harshly.<br/><br/>As this moves inside of her and tickles her spine, she again shakes, now whining softly, her bare feet sliding to the edge of the coffee table as toes curl.<br/><br/>The moment dies down as quickly as it came, and with quick breaths, her eyes again focus at the door, head swirling as she sits upright, lips parted as she whispers, 'da te libere'. This sentiment she sends with a blown rush of air, to find way to its receiver.<br/><br/>Now Millicent stands, her hands crossing her torso to wrap herself in a hug of sorts, moving to the window. Her brow furrows, for no being has she shared herself with in allowing it to physically reside within, and she questions the intentions of such.<br/><br/>Her head shakes the thought away, throat softly clearing as she peeks in on Arella, content she sleeps soundly.<br/><br/>It is time to hunt and feed; time to focus and not get off track. Very hard to do after such an experience, but necessary, she has no other choice, as detestable as this aspect is to her.<br/><br/>Her hands now pull to her forehead, sweeping her hair into a makeshift bun as she watches the passerbys under her window. Choosing always difficult and tedious, she finds herself anxious while watching, weight shifting from one foot to another.