It did explain the dampness that was still between her legs. She got a full view of the dragon faunus as she rose and Blake's mind grappled with the fact that she and Azula despised each other most of the time and the fact that she had apparently spent a very steamy night in her bed. It was too much. Shaking her head she stood up and began grabbing her clothing. Each piece she picked up seemed to bring a new flash of memory, a jolt of her body, lips on hers, breasts against her own, her own kisses against Azula's neck.

She spun and looked at looked at Azula with suspicious amber eyes, her arms still full of clothing, "Why can't I remember properly? Seems like climbing into bed with someone is not something I would do without remembering."

She looked around for her ribbon. Where was it?