After a deep breath and a sigh, Piritta nodded her head. She felt much more relaxed now and let herself lean back against a dresser, her feet too tired for all this standing. Closing her eyes, she let the night from before wash over her. She'd been so excited to go, but her father called right before. They fought and she left for the party in a huff, but so glad she had the chance to go because she knew it was once in a lifetime, or something. And then she met Cyril. But after that...? She shook her head. "It felt like the world got so small. Is that strange? When I met you, I hadn't had a thing to drink, but felt drunk. I just had to....but why did I? What did we do?" she asked in a small voice.