"Uhhh... Okay. As long as it doesn't melt me into acid." She says, shrugging before drinking the entire glass in one go before setting it down. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, slowly, the smell of female arousal starts to permeate the air, Namira's cheeks starting to darken.
"There we go. It worked." Syresh says with a chuckle as she starts grinding into Phorsaal's ass again.
They easily find a potion shop, run by a male Djinn. "Hey people! Welcome to my shop! Whaddya need?" He asks, grinning.