... out of control.
The sights and sounds and smells were almost overwhelming after so long underground. Everything was so...alive.
Her friends had thought that Frankie had gone to rest after her excursion from Helheim. As it was, Lamia was currently wearing a different face than the young sorceress'. She didn't want to attract any unwanted attention.
Light blue eyes scanned her surroundings and she spotted the perfect prey. Her lips pulled back from her teeth in predatory smile as she made her way up to the slightly inebriated teenager. Julian. The name came to her from Frankie's mind.
"Hey," she greeted him. She moved and pressed her lips to his without warning, which he clumsily (and enthusiastically) reciprocated. She released him and offered him a smirk. She trailed a hand down his chest to the front of his pants, where she lightly ran her fingers over his fly. "You want to get out of here?"