In the courtyard,
"Where are we going?" Solara muttered and squealed with delight from the rush of hair that blew the towel off her head.
[Exp+2]
Wet hair swayed with the wind and she felt like a blind mouse following directions laid out by the food.
Hisha had maintained his hand over her face and walked behind her, leading her through the walking path.
Feeling the grass under her feet, Solara took a sniff of the environment, picking on the fact that it was a familiar scent of flowers, one she only knew too well in her race.
"Ræsie?" She muttered, shocked by how strong the scent was.
[Exp+5]
This was an ancient plant for her people which had aphrodisiac-inducing abilities on those who inhaled a large quantity of its produce at night.
All of which HTC had refrained from giving out the aphrodisiac properties in hopes of getting its host an opportunity to get intimate with Solara.
