“Well the dress i can wash easily with my magic, but I’m not sure what you want me to do about you, Mr. Magic Immune. Shall i drop you in the fountain?” Joyride says, holding her front legs out as Emerald takes off the dress.
Emerald does indeed find a fountain nearby and attempts to clean himself, but between the low visibility of the night and the lack of soap he has difficulty doing so, and he doesn’t feel that much cleaner after getting the dress back on.
He bids Joyride a good night, commenting that he is going to go find Hope.
“Sounds good to me. I might be having some ‘friends’ over later and they might not appreciate you being there.” Joyride says, “Don’t fill Hope up TOO much now. Some of that semen is mine!”
Emerald puffs out his cheeks again and walks back up the balcony and in through the door.
Opposite of how he saw her before, Hope seems to be by herself looking out a window. Emerald also sees Sensoria standing near the food table again, this time speaking with some guards.