As soon as the door was shut she let out a sigh of relief. Hawked turned around, once again being face to face with her companion. Please, believe me", the tanned lady said and lowered her buttocks until it met sheets. She walked into the bedroom she shared with her mother and shut the door. She heard a faint joyful moan as her hands slipped down Isabela's genuine frame, obviously tickling her. Hawke's eyes widened at first, witnessing how the Amber eyes halved, then closed. We didn't see anything.
She… only wanted to leave.
But then, there was a rise of something Hawked turned around, once again being face to face with her companion. They were slower in pace than the ones she perceived before her. She then slapped one of her hands upon her chest. Was it the dreaded ale? Isabela's body expressed the same as their joined spirit were unknowingly combined and witnessing the same.