Yeah. She regretted asking. To Chloe's fortune, it was going to be easier to take that top off of her while she stood there in a perfect frozen state. Eyes wide, cheeks red, mouth agape. It wasn't until that way she said her real name, laced with sweetness and poison, that she found herself responding again. Now topless. Flustered. Freaked out. Confused. And courtesy of so many different elements, aroused.

"You...are not making any sense..." She finally sputtered out, shaking her head wildly as her hands quickly took the place of her top, each one covering a breast. "None of this is making any se-ah." Big mistake. And perhaps the next real clue that something was profoundly weird right now. Because there was no way she should have actually felt that, right?

The feeling of her still chilled hands against her breasts. The palms pressing down her hard nipples. Oh, the hard nipples to begin with. And what with the aphrodisiac that had been muddying her up something fierce, she couldn't right stop herself from squeezing just a bit, and letting out a choked little noise at how that felt.