With the reassurance that he hadn't ruined the evening, Newt could be pleased at the ghost Drift response to the vibrations in Hermann. Despite his own embarrassment, he squirmed, inviting the plug deeper, the low but steady vibrating teasing his nerves. When it buzzed inside him, he wanted Hermann to feel as much of it as possible.

Newt squeaked a thank you to the waitress and transferred the drink as she left.

"You're the worst. I don't know why I give you gifts," he grumbled as if this wasn't the intended or at least expected outcome when he first decided to wear it. Speaking of outcomes, Newt fished into his pocket and produced a keycard for a small hotel. It was nothing fancy, but it was nearby. "I knew I should have bought the fuzzy handcuffs instead, but I figured you might be cruel enough to handcuff me to the table and leave me here."