Author: JulyFlame
Miah was rather unfortunate with her timing, as she left the room only to fall woozy herself, collapsing onto the generic floor.

When she awoke, she found herself in a room with DigitalSocrates. "Helllooooooooo," she said, sultrily, before she quite realised what she was saying, or that she was moving towards him.

DS looked at her for a moment, rather oblivious. "Hi."

"Is it just me, or is it hot in here?" Miah pulled at her t-shirt's collar, and began to pull it off.

"Uh, yes, I suppose it is, if you aren't used t-" His eyes focused on Miah's chest as the shirt came off. His glasses sloped down his nose.

"Your glasses are coming off." She leaned over, and reached for them. "Let me help with that."

Before long, they were kissing.

Entirely, utterly, unrelated, and far, far far away, July walked down the corridor muttering about people getting into her Lustin supply.