Haunted Wood Gin and Tonic

"I suppose," she mused, eyes following her form.
Images ran through her mind. Such bad images of what she could do with Alison. She flipped onto her front since the woman wasn't going to do anything else. She stayed there, just looking.

"I think you came for more, but you don't realise it." 
There's always more reason. Always is and always will be This vagabond pack of assailants, liars, and ass hats would always have that ulterior motive. 
A devilish grin swept onto her features, "I think you want Venny."