It's not like Erin can't hear Daisy coming, but the bite on her pointed ear draws a shuddering, heated moan from her lips, makes her scoot her half-drank cocktail aside. The telltale buzz of the promised vibrator is loud enough that even a normal human would be able to hear it, and the scent of Erin's lust is...unmistakable.

Her hand goes over Daisy's. "Behind," Erin murmurs, barely. "...And feel free to finish my whiskey sour off of my body..."