Lena coughed and choked as the incredibly potent liquor poured down her gullet, doubling over as the burning sensation forced her into a wheezing fit. She had never been any good with the hard stuff, sticking to ales and wines on account of her low body weight and general elven delicateness. Then the heals hit, doubled and combined with the crazy gourd mojo, and the world spun. She found that the only thing she could manage was to crawl, blindly reaching out for something to stabilize herself and finding a warm, soft grip in Red's breast. She slipped and, in much the same way as Michon had done to her, managed to strip Red's garments in one delirious swipe as she fell helpless to the floor.
"Keep you alive," Maddie thought aloud at Rosie's offer. "I can do my best." A flash of something dark and familiar washed over her after the muffled scream arose nearby and ended abruptly. The wave of death energy released by Vivi's violent end sent shivers down Maddie's spine, igniting even her long dormant womanhood for a brief moment, much to her surprise. Despite the strength of the stimulus, she couldn't put her finger on what it was that caused it. "Something just happened," she said, her pencil thin legs wobbling from the intensity of her arousal. "Can't think straight. Too intense..." She fell to her knees and was surprised to feel her thighs coated with some kind of organic lubricant. "I think...I think my body is working for now," she said. "I don't know why, but I just sort of...turned on. Why are my thighs slimy?"