[There's a sense of self satisfaction that joins in with her afterglow, but her scent doesn't level out the way it generally would. In effect she's stuck in the same position as him: Consistently hyped up, able to remain normal because she's trying to will that, and because of the drug itself.
When her sundress comes off she lifts her arms, lets it go, and pushes at his shirt.]
Mm ...
[That must be uncomfortable, so she does shove it upward.]
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When her sundress comes off she lifts her arms, lets it go, and pushes at his shirt.]
Mm ...
[That must be uncomfortable, so she does shove it upward.]