"Mmm, when you put it that way, it sounds quite like some other drug that I know."  Ambrosea says with a smile as she smacks her lips to be sure it had spread evenly across them.  She takes a few moments to breathe in and out, eyes half-closing as she focuses upon the sour yet euphoric sensation that washes over her.  She shivers a little with excitement before giggling lightly.<br/><br/>"Mmm... and so quite like some other drug that I know."  Ambrosea says as Cringe pulls Ambrosea's hand lower across her stomach, down toward the hem of her pants, grinning like a horny little rabbit and pressing her own body a bit closer to the woman's.  She goes the rest of the way herself, sliding her fingertips beneath the hem of the woman's pants, reaching down toward the woman's sex and stroking her fingers along it gently.  "And would you feel the same sensation, I wonder, should I press my own lips to yours?"  Ambrosea inquires, smacking her reddened lips with a light but audible pop as she fondles the woman's nethers.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ambrosea's main worry is how she is going to keep supporting her people, not only with her wonderdrug but also with food and water, if her cult continues to grow as it is.  There are limited resources in this apocalypse world, limited amounts of drinkable water and very limited amounts of food that grow.  If her cult continues to grow, they'll have no greener pastures to turn to, just the same they have been roaming for so long now, which are likely growing smaller in time rather than larger.<br/><br/>Ambrosea is totally going to fuck Cringe :P  She is thinking it might be good idea because it is useful to have friends in Gommorah, and Cringe is a powerful girl.  Plus, doing drugs with this girl might eventually lead to the sharing of Ambrosea's own wonderdrug, and the potential to recruit Cringe and some of her girls.</div></div>