Elle's gaze lingered on the tunnel long after Don's car disappeared into its shadowy depths. The soft echo of the Mustang's engine faded into silence, leaving the garage unnervingly still.
Her expression showed a hint of sadness, her eyes flickering faintly before she exhaled softly.
She turned to leave, her steps slow, but before she could fully turn away, a puff of pink smoke erupted beside her, accompanied by the faint scent of something sweet and vaguely floral.
"Hey!"
Trixie's sharp, playful voice filled the space as the smoke dissipated, revealing the petite succubus. She stood with her hands on her hips, her tail swishing with lively energy. Her pink hair shimmered faintly under the sterile lights, and her narrowed eyes locked onto Elle with mock annoyance.
"How come nobody woke me?"
