Konoka felt a yearning of joining with the girls. For her, it was the only path in this near musical combination of sensations. Like Deece and Mary, Konoka never quite knew what she was doing. Her body seemed to move independently from her thoughts, though given how hazy and unfocused she otherwise felt, it might be for the best.

The giggling proved infectious. Konoka joined their little chorus, perhaps perfectly meeting each of their kisses with her own. She rolled her body up into their hands, so they could touch more of her. At this point, drunk and hypnotized, she moaned to the beat of their flower-induced symphony.