Phantom Hollow here i found no self control

Feeling dopey, almost sleepy, but also warm and eager to have company, Ibis drifted towards the woman and planted herself at their side. She was aware of Mal's drifting presence; the sort of awareness one might have of an attractive individual in a night club. Don't look, don't look, don't look — she kept reciting to herself, trying to stay focused on the dark woman's pretty voice instead. They were both alluring and it was the first time Ibis really noticed how conflicted she felt by both of them being near; she wanted to bask in their attention separately, but it felt like she would melt.

Okay, mm, I suppose that's -- that's a plan. Ibis softly accepts that she isn't going anywhere for the time being, and yet she doesn't feel like sleeping either. How late was it? She looks up at the sky, wondering if the stars were bright or not - but she can't focus, she's too distracted by the warmth of the two bodies and the sound of their breathing, their close proximity - and still, Mal, roaming; his deep voice complimenting the light tones of the woman. She dares a glance and feels her face grow warm.

How -- how are you? Um, but she remembers their last conversation being a tense one (except she can't recall what was said exactly) and wonders if Mal would hold that against her. You look -- good. Oh dear, is she swooning? She might be swooning.