If there was one thing that Julia was quite certain of in this moment, when she moved with feline grace on her heels to keep up with Bo, it was that she would follow this woman quite literally anywhere she might lead. Yeah, right now she'd follow Bo straight into the mythical Hell that Jules had heard stories of when she was a little kid. Maybe it was silly, and maybe it was Julia being a little bit like a puppy who was excited for a walk, but she didn't care!

There was something there, practically sparking as her body tried to mold itself once more with Bo's as if it missed the contact the way a person below water missed air. The Succubus might not have wanted to have had sex on the middle of Vex's dance floor, but Jules would have if there had been the slightest suggestion made to it. Sometimes attractions were just how they were meant to be: something immutable and iron being drawn on a magnetic access, and that's where Julia Bellamy, fool to no one happened to be residing.

Right now she was so enamoured, Julia forgot about the coat check tag that was hooked into the line of her knickers, and she didn't care about the motorcycle that was parked somewhere over yonder. If she could, right now she could fly. "Your place," the words were groaned in agreement, and Julia made herself touch Bo just as lightly as she could, fingertips along all of that glorious skin that the Succubus showed with just the right amount of promise.