Sylvia scenes

//Give Sylvia some of your clothing
You remember Sylvia's request for something to remember you by. You just so happen to have something fitting with you, but you're not quite sure how to give it to her.

//If dom<50
A devious idea strikes you, so you get your present out and hold it behind your back. You sidle up to Sylvia, telling her that you have a gift for her. She immediately perks up with curiosity and tries to get a look at what you've got, but you keep turning with her so she can never see what's in your hands. She grows more impatient, even trying to fly above you to get a look, but is never quite able to get the better of you.

Eventually, she gets frustrated, crossing her arms and turning her flustered face to the side. Despite her pouty act, she can't help herself from stealing peeks at your arms. This desperate display makes you feel a bit guilty, so you decide to take pity on her. With a theatrical flourish, you reveal your offering. Sylvia gasps in surprise and rushes over to see what you have.

//else
A bit nervous about how she'll react, you tentatively pull out your gift. Sylvia sees your present and looks at you expectantly. You stutter out an explanation, feeling somewhat embarrassed to be giving away your own clothing like this. The moth just watches you with a smug expression until you eventually trail off.

When you're done, she wordlessly floats over to you and wraps her arms around you. Squeezing you tight, she looks into your eyes and softly whispers, "<i>If you got it for me, I'm sure it's wonderful.</i>" She gives you a brief peck on the lips before looking down and inspecting what you've brought.

//both
Sylvia seems quite pleased with the gift. She takes the clothing in her hands and examines it from all angles. A heartwarming smile forms on her face, and she glances up at you before saying, "<i>Thank you, [Player]. This will surely be a comfort when you're not around.</i>" After some time, your conversation winds down and you take your leave. As you're walking away, you look back over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of Sylvia taking a deep whiff of your clothing. She's so engrossed that she doesn't even notice you staring. Not entirely sure how to react to this, you head on your way.

//Kiss scene
//if dominance<25
You sweep Sylvia off her feet and lower her in your arms, bending your back for a deep kiss. Your romantic gesture startles her, but she soon starts reciprocating your affection. Returning the blushing moth-girl to an upright position, you take two of her hands in your own as she leans in and wraps the others around you. "<i>Ah, being this close to you... It's like standing next to the sun. You're seared into me.</i>"

Warmed by her words, you lean in for another kiss. Her fingers intertwine with yours as you relish the feeling of her body. Sylvia pulls back and rests her head [if player height>60:on your [chest]; else:on yours], nuzzling you tenderly. Neither of you have the words to express how you feel, but this is enough. When the moment finally ends, you're not sad that it's over, comforted by the knowledge that your beloved moth will always be here for you.

//else if dominance<50
Wanting to give Sylvia some affection, you ask if you can kiss her. She blushes and nods her assent, the cute gesture near breaking your heart. You step up to her and take her hands in yours. Standing there before you, red as a cherry, the moth seems unusually meek. It appears that she finally overcomes her modesty when she asks you, "<i>What are you waiting for?</i>" Not one to keep a lady in suspense, you close your eyes and lean in.

When your lips contact hers, your heart starts pounding, and her intoxicating scent fills your chest with a heady warmth. As your tongues tangle, you savor the moth-girl's sweet taste. The world around you recedes until nothing is left but you and her. When you finally come up for air, you feel light-headed. Looking up at the moth, a momentary sense of wonder washes over you. You're amazed by her ethereal figure, her pale chitin almost glowing in the surrounding murk. For a moment, you think you understand what Sylvia means when she calls you "bright".

//else if dominance<75

Wanting some affection from Sylvia, you ask her for a kiss. Her smug grin momentarily makes you regret your request, but you don't have long to consider your blunder before the salacious moth saunters up to you. So close to her, you can't help but breathe in her unmistakable aroma. It's enough that your face immediately flushes, but you still feel fairly in control, for the moment at least. The moth-girl closes her eyes and leans forward, so you follow her lead.

The feeling of her soft lips is indescribable. Her snaking tongue invades your mouth as her hands slip to the back of your head, pulling you in even closer. Yet more pheromone floods your lungs, and a pleasant haze settles over your thoughts. You're content to let the moth take the lead, simply enjoying the ride. Her roaming hands caress your body, claiming every untouched part of you. After a while, Sylvia lets go of you and steps back. It takes a few seconds before you're able to process that the kiss is over.

//else
You hesitantly start to ask Sylvia for a kiss, but before you can finish, she swoops in and pulls you close. Two of her hands hold you firmly by the shoulders while the others caress the sides of your face. You catch a hint of her pheromones as you experience the familiar sensation of being lost in the moth's inky eyes. You hardly notice the by now routine invasion of your senses as the chemicals rush through your system. Everything seems so far away, but at least the moth's touch still reaches you.

Sylvia takes your head in her hands and guides your lips to hers. Some faraway part of you feels grateful, as you're now quite incapable of moving on your own. Her tongue slides into your mouth, toying with yours for a time before moving deeper. You close your eyes, or maybe they just aren't working anymore. The moth's four arms tighten their grip around you, until you feel completely surrounded, all but submerged in her embrace. You aren't sure how much time you spend there, floating below. Eventually, you come to your senses. Groggily looking around, you find yourself sitting in front of the moth-girl, nestled in her lap. She lazily strokes your hair as you slowly regain your faculties.

//all
Feeling satisfied by the kiss, you wave goodbye to Sylvia before setting off for your camp. The way back is more tiresome than you would have thought. As the euphoria wears off, the aching in your limbs hits you all at once. It seems the moth-girl's affection was more draining than you realized.