The smell of alcohol was evident in Miria's breath as she kissed Clare passionatley on the lips. Clare pushed her off and said, "You've been drinking again, haven't you?"
Miria giggled in a creepy OOC way and replied, "No, I was not drinking, sir! I wazznot! No Wayzz! Heh heh..." Sighing, Clare landed a swift kick to Miria's stomach, knocking her out.
Clare swung Miria over her shoulder and called, "Yo, Helen, Deneve! I'm taking Miria back, okay?" Helen, who was too busy making out with Deneve, just gave Clare a responsive thumbs-up.
As Clare carried Miria out of the bar and into the small empty town, she began to have a strange urge to grope Miria's butt. Not only was it already pretty nice to look at, but it was right in her face, too.
'I CAN'T STOP IT!' Clare mentally screamed as she gave in and began feeling Miria's round ass.
A large content smile formed on Clare's lips as she thought, 'Oh yeah...this is good...'