Outsiders might think them two princesses. Poison Ivy, winding nails and thin fingers into Fright's hair, is a wild creature where her companion is still. Pamela is fierce, fearless, nature or mystery or perhaps both. Linda is dainty, demure, all the precision of rules and science.

But it would be more accurate to call them both witches, with equal power to ensnare one another. Fright smiles at the melody drifting from Ivy's throat, and tilts her head back. Pamela shudders with something more than pleasure as she takes Linda's breath into her mouth and swallows it.