Emma just blinked stupidly a couple of times as the woman looked at her. She was damn near etherial, red hair cascading over her shoulders, the perfume hanging in the air between them a natural smell that was definitely pleasing to the senses. Emma glanced down at her bare feet and realised that this was how tall the woman was naturally. The young succubus barely came up to the woman's chest, though she had rather faceplanted into the red-head's breasts and wasn't that embarrassing? She flushed at the wink and the smile and the woman's casual acceptance that she'd been all but groped by some stranger. She fiddled with the lengths of her hair before she shook her head.
"Uh-no, I-" she swallowed, feeling awkward and fumble-y, off guard and in all honesty? Emma wasn't great around attractive people. She already knew she'd be screwed in this carnival. "I wanted to meet the woman who ran this place. I joined recently, you see, trying to... meet people."
Drinking wasn't something that was all that high on Emma's list of priorities: she didn't like the out of control sensation that came with drinking, and she'd seen far too many people in horribly embarrassing positions because of alcohol, and she always worried about what her powers might do if she'd been drinking, not that her powers were that great, really.
She offered a slightly sheepish smile, colour still showing high on her cheeks as a smudge of red against her pale skin. "I just wasn't looking where I was going, I'm so sorry. I'm Emma." Introductions were good, right? Might distract from the fact that she clearly couldn't walk. "And I promise you, usually I know how to walk. It's not my first time, despite all evidence to the contrary..."