Damon was quite careful to make sure no one saw him. It was the dead of night, and apart from the night watch, the camp was quiet.
He slipped between the tents until he reached Abellona's large tent, then slowly made his way inside. When he entered, he found her sitting in a large chair as if she had been waiting for him. She was resting her head against one hand while the other picked up a sour fruit and popped it into her mouth.
"You didn't need to sneak around. You could have just walked in," she muttered.
Damon smiled. The long female hair of the body he was possessing had been tied into a ponytail. He adjusted it over his shoulder before walking toward Abellona.
"So how do we do this? I can't promise anything with this body, but I do have fingers and, well, a tongue, so—"
"No!"
Abellona cut him off with a sharp glare.
Damon sighed and shook his head.
