[Fiona's discomfort starts to win over her pride, and the warmth that starts to spread from between her shoulders turns her cheeks red. She can feel desires shifting -- instead of desiring more alcohol, she wants a rise out of the man next to her. He's got an advantage, but since when had that ever stopped her?
If Toreth doesn't actively fight her attempts to drag her wrists and his hands to her mouth, she will try and bite the second they get close.]
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[Fiona's discomfort starts to win over her pride, and the warmth that starts to spread from between her shoulders turns her cheeks red. She can feel desires shifting -- instead of desiring more alcohol, she wants a rise out of the man next to her. He's got an advantage, but since when had that ever stopped her?
If Toreth doesn't actively fight her attempts to drag her wrists and his hands to her mouth, she will try and bite the second they get close.]