Heron Lake Plateau Operation black light.

Here was another stranger, which made Towhee wary for a split second. What if he reacted like what's-his-face? But as soon he spoke, his lips framing four simple words that were easy to read even in the dark, Towhee knew he was good. She smirked at his cheesy pickup line and snorted, otherwise ignoring it.

It was tempting to simply turn around and let him sate both their desires, yet her orange eyes flickered when she remembered the way Kaertok had come at her. Oh, lort. She didn't necessarily feel like doing that again (she was kind of sore) but now that she was a full day into her cycle, Towhee found she could exercise the tiniest bit of restraint. She could make this fun, draw it out just a little, so it would be sweeter for the both of them.

"You want to put your beef in this taco, you have to catch it first," she proposed, spinning and wiggling her hips tantalizingly. She then threw back her head and bellowed, "¡Ándale! ¡Ándale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba!" before darting off across the plateau.