Roxie looked for any excuse she could to land a gig in Striaton. It didn't have the best crowd or the biggest venues, but it did have Fennel. The lilac-haired scientist didn't seem like much of a punk rock fan, but she was rather fond of Roxie's band, appearing at all the shows and hanging out with the frontwoman before and after her shows.

The petite, white-haired gym leader sat in her lap, leaning her head back to take in a deep breath. The sweet taste of Musharna gas, which filled the room with a translucent purple smoke, sent a euphoric rush through her. She let out a drunken cry of excitement and leaned forward, sinking her teeth hard into Fennel's neck. The scientist squirmed and moaned, and took in a deep breath herself. The only thing she wore was a pink tank top pulled up so that Roxie could toy with her breasts.

"You're my number one fan," she giggled, kneading the flesh and nibbling at her jaw. "A lot of people say they are. On the street, in my gym, or when I'm trying to have a drink after a show. I know they're full of shit, though."

"Why's that?" Fennel asked with a blush, moaning as she lay slack on the leather couch. They were backstage, in a room only she and Roxie were allowed in, locked tight and with a huge sign on the door demanding people not come in. It wasn't necessarily because they didn't want anyone coming in, but because if someone opened the door the effort of six Musharna to hot box the room would gone to waste as it all poured into the hall.

"Because all they want is an autograph or some head. Sometimes they'll offer to buy me a drink. They don't call me whenever I come to town, hook me up with some sweet, free dream mist, and let me ride their face all night. But you're a fan and a friend, and really fucking great as both." She bit Fennel again, this one pronounced enough to leave a mark. That was how Fennel knew Roxie was getting high; she liked to bite when she was high.

"You are too," she giggled, her cheeks going even more red. "I can't wait to see you out there. I'd grab you and beg you to stay if you weren't so great up on that stage." She leaned her head back, exposing more neck, which Roxie eagerly gnawed at. She moaned and rocked her hips up against the bassist, reaching around her to pull the dress up and give her bubble butt a squeeze. "I want you all to myself tonight."

"Tonight?" she laughed. "I don't have another show until next Wednesday, I was sort of hoping we could go back to your place for a week of giving zero fucks. Forget your research, let's just unwind and fuck around for a while." To give Fennel some time to think about it, she leaned down to the very top of Fennel's breast and sank her teeth hard into it, holding them there.

Shrieking in surprise and arousal, the researcher choked on her words for a second. "A-all week? Are you sure?"

For half a minute Roxie gave no response, keeping her teeth clenched on Fennel's skin even as the warm, metallic taste of blood began to drip into her mouth. She was high enough to get a big thrill out of it, but eventually let go. "I've got a couple new toys I've been waiting to try with you," she sang, licking at the wound and giving Fennel a seductive glare as she did so, letting her tongue slither around the bite mark and the three points where she'd drawn blood. "Including a really great double-ended that I'm sure you'll appreciate."

Giggling nervously, Fennel nodded, imagining a week spent throwing all care into the wind, an endless high and a thousand thrills elicited by her friend's endless sexual appetite. "O-okay. But on one condition."

"What is it?" she asked, twisting her head up and gnawing again on Fennel's jaw.

"When you go on stage tonight, I want you to dedicate Dream Mist Lover to me."

Without a second though, Roxie nodded, smiling as she pressed her mouth to Fennel's. The scientist's tongue eagerly pressed into Roxie's mouth, and they sealed the deal on a long kiss. When they drew apart a moment later, the light on telling Roxie that it was almost time to go, she leaned back and spat some of Fennel's blood off to the side, then adjusted her dress and hopped off.

"By the time I go home on Monday, you're going to be covered in bite marks."