That voice… it is from the devil girls of the Rotherhithe demon island that speak up from beside us, and yet as I turn and look, giving a good sniff of the air, they are nowhere to be found.
"Here, right here! Didn't you talk about us Ethan?"
"Oh, sorry sorry, I was….ah… distracted." The sideways look he gives me makes me stare at him for a sharp moment, daring him to say anything about our nightly activities.
"The girls could not follow us but they wanted to keep in touch so, well, they found a very… unique strange way." He says, looking around before sitting a little more straight and pulling his arm up, wrist towards me as he holds it in place.
I just look and wait, and fair enough a few seconds later I see movement under his sleeves, small and fast paced, a swish and splashy sound coming from the small steps of the strange being.
