You were lying on the couch, Lest crouched on the floor right next to you, slowly painting your skin with random shimmer patterns. As usual, she was quiet and serious, never speaking if you didn't talk to her. It was easy to get distracted by the feeling of the brush and even more so by the feeling of the drug spreading through your system.

Feeling circles being made on your skin, her hand gently waved in the air, imitating her movement, until it accidentally touched her ears, the soft feel of the vastaya's fur against your fingers and she immediately pulled away, giving you a serious look.

“Don't touch my ears.”

And still far away, she went back to making the shimmer drawings on your skin, but the warning had been given