Kyle was nearly consumed with the flight impulse but having lost her jacket in the jump made it easier for the tamer to rip her tshirt under neath off. And then they went down in a tangle of bodies on the bed in the darkened loft. The Drowzee was becoming more aroused by the woman grabbing her. Flight was still primary but instinct drow her to hungrily kiss the other woman as the landed in the bed. She was moaning as her body sought something it needed but Kyle had never had.<br/><br/>Manic need kept her kissing and fondling the other woman as lust temporarily over rode her need to flee.