"… So, did you two did it?" asked Alana with a raised eyebrow to Mikaela who now had horns decorated her head.
Mikaela's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her newly formed horns glinting faintly in the light as she shot Alana a sharp look. "That's none of your business," she muttered, while sipping her tea.
Alana pouted though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, come on. You show up with horns—actual, literal succubus horns—and expect me not to ask?" She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So? How was it?"
Mikaela groaned, pressing her palms to her burning face. "We did not do it," she insisted, her voice muffled behind her hands. "I told you, it's… complicated."
Alana's grin widened, her teasing tone unrelenting. "Complicated, huh? Sounds like it was very complicated."
Mikaela dropped her hands, glaring at Alana with a mix of exasperation and embarrassment. "Basically, my beloved insisted on meeting my parents first before… you know."
