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"Emmm.." She drudged her eyebrows over her eyes, troubling her memory at the male's request to identify herself. Why was it such an endeavor? "Mosh... pig?" She responded less-than-smoothly, one eyelid drooping as the sedative administered to her flexed its muscles, threatening to haul her into its undertow. The sheer industrial strength of her resistance to the lace was something for the books.

A strange splicing of his figure enthralled her, and she was momentarily distracted by the way his features whirled in a maelstrom until the effect could sustain itself no longer, and Lusca's attention on James perked back up to a present state. She flailed towards him asudden, sticking her face in his ear to slur: "hey. We should stage a coup."