Rob was still out cold, though to his credit he didn't smell like a distillery. Salome watched Corinth's progress from her perch on the back of the couch, where she'd moved once Rob didn't need to be held down any longer.
Salome slid from the back of the couch to follow Cor into the kitchen, her talons claws clicking on the linoleum. Rob himself followed not long after, just slouching against the door frame, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you were much more ... buxom last night, weren't you?"
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