Abigaille wiped her lips with the back of her hand, still coughing lightly, her chest rising and falling as she avoided Olivia's wide-eyed stare.
She wasn't in the shameless state she had drowned in the night before, when her succubus self had come out in full force, letting go of all inhibition.
No, this time, faced with Olivia's gaze, her heart burned hot with shame.
Unable to stand the weight of it, Abigaille blurted the first defense that came to her lips, pointing toward Olivia with a trembling hand.
"Don't you dare judge me, Olive!" She snapped, though her voice carried more panic than venom. "I know you did it in the...the butt with him! S-So don't you judge me right now!"
Olivia's entire body jolted. "W-What?!" She stammered, her voice cracking. "What are you saying, Abi? W-Who told you that?!"
Abigaille didn't answer with words. She turned her head, slowly, her flushed face angling toward Kafka.
Olivia's jaw dropped.
