Phantom Hollow here i found no self control

The woman had a point. She also had a nice face, lustrous coat, and a voice like honey; it would have been difficult to ignore them even if Ibis was in her right mind. As she was currently feeling the buzzing warmth of pre-estrus, the more that the dark woman spoke the less Ibis felt like fleeing. Then, there was Mal -- his voice was even more appealing somehow, and the way he looked at her made her feel weak in the knees. But it was Mal; sure, he had the curious patchwork coat she'd always been vaguely jealous of, and the mysterious masking of his face, and he had grown in to his body somehow in the past few weeks --- You don't smell sick, at least.

Snap out of it, girl.

I.. Okay. Ibis murmurs as she slides up close to Valencia, purposefully making sure the woman was between herself and Mal (not that she understood why her interest was so strong and then so [i]not, every few moments). She went on to say, I do have a home. My friend Reiko, and our friends from the woods, um... We're moving to the vale in the mountains. I just got a little bit... Lost. How typical Ibis.