Marasiah Fel

It'd taken a while for Sia to realize there was anything going on, just because, well, she wasn't in the habit of licking herself. And then at some point between class and now, she'd bit her lip unthinkingly and now she was annoying herself in trying to figure out what that taste was.

She dropped her things on her bed, stopping to lick her lips again. Yeah, she was pretty sure she was champagne-flavored today. Minus the alcohol content.

[Princesses get to taste fancy. Door and post open!]