She walked into the bathroom as herself and left as something else. A few days ago the Bane implanted her with those slugs that cause a delayed conversion, they live in you until they decide to take over, so we didn't know how long she'd have left.
All I could do was hope that she would grant me one last night of passion before her new instincts kicked in and she converted me too. And she did.
The way her hips swayed as she glided over to the bed, crawling onto the bed like a lion stalking its prey, mixed with the emotion of disbelief, made me feel something I couldn't describe.
As the night went on, she wrapped her tentacles around me more and more, pulling me in closer and closer.
We both knew how this night would end, and the deeper into the night we went, the more I wanted to join her.