The delights of ice cream – which were many and manifold – also included a slight relaxing of societal expectations. At least that was what Sybilla was telling herself as, dressed down, she attempted to catch the drops of a flying bat on her tongue. Nobody she knew would be here, and if they were, they would certainly not let on that they had been here too.

She laughed gaily along with everybody else, feeling a sense of giddiness that was sorely lacking from her life.

“Your lips!” She gasped as the person next to her turned and displayed positively vampiric lips.

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