Keenie had never tasted something like this before. It burned like fire and had a spice to it that made her throat tingle. Under the heat however was a refreshingly sweet taste that reminded her of grapes or perhaps wild berries. Each sip made her body feel light. Each sip got bigger and bigger until she was able to gulp down mouthfuls at a time. Before she knew it, Keenie was lazing on the warm summer grass with little cares about her work and all her tedious obligations.
The Horn that she drinks from is a Satyr speciality. Carved from the tusk of a mystical boar that lives deep in the Fey realms and enchanted with powerful magics, it allows the Satyr to simply crush a handful of any berries into it to create something to drink. The flavour and effects of the drink depend on what the Satyr desires, and what sorts of berries fill the majority of the container. More importantly is that the Horn can hold an entire lake worth of alcohol at any given time.
Venting any of her frustrations, even if they were the slightest of annoyances, felt really good. Soon her body began to feel warm and cosy and her mind turned purple as her thoughts spun around her head. Collin could not help but smile proudly as he finally got his little Cherub to relax and embrace the simple Earthly pleasures of his garden. But what is one pleasure if not for another.
Leaning in close, he began to sing to her a sweet song that would take all the good feelings she felt and amplify them. Warmer, cosier, softer, sweeter, every breath a delight, every tingle running down her body a treat. Each sip of his wine burned like fire and made her feel better and better. Even as her legs went soft and her hands lost their strength.
