<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/03/58/70035820cd03f7ac492adc6f8e2d02f3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Helena Cross<br/><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH715-2080<br/><strong>Age/Year</strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History of Witchery<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Saturday, September 5th | Dinner time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dining Room Potion Bar. -> Family Room<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Dorothy, Tessa, Innez, Jolyn<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Helena was in a bit of a compromised state, but that didn't stop her from enjoying the show. Her milkshake like potion was three-quarters drained now, and while she had clearly not gone as hard on her choice of indulgence as the trio of treats who'd indulged in liquid lust, she had probably dosed herself a little much on the relaxation and uninhibition. She was spread eagled in a delighted pile on the sofa opposite Tessa; not making a move, and enjoying the show.<br/><br/>A show which Innez and Dori were providing eagerly, with an assist from Jolyn who gave Dori a little change of hairstyle, and who flashed her ass while talking to Delaney and Alexis. There was something she wouldn't mind getting her hands on, maybe spend a night under the covers, uncovering which spots made the nicest noise when they were nipped...<br/><br/>She missed what Innez said, distracted by a musician's ass, and only just caught Dori whispering something in reply – missing the content of the whispered little message entirely though. She huffed a little, turning to Tessa who was sprawled like a porn-star over the edge of the sofa. “<strong>They are doing this whole sex-pot thing, and they haven't even started to put on a show! Here I thought I was going to get front-row seats, but all I get is the sexy redhead who can handle her hit, doing sexy squirming next to me.</strong>” She huffed, pretending like she was mad but all too relaxed to get anything so close to unhappy. Truth be told, she was happy to be in the thick of things with new people. It made the new-place experience much more comfortable when her head wasn't screaming about the problems of being with too many people, and when her own mind wasn't shouting for a break from the noise. This vibe was...kind of delightful, actually. If she was more able to think of anything more complex than sex and fun, she might have been interested in this sort of buzz more often.