Lina looked at the choices on offer. There were quite a lot, and none that she knew. She grumbled inwardly, wishing to make a choice rather quickly. Or else, Amy would get impatient. Lina, a bit at a loss, she decided to press a button at random. A logo with bright red and green pop colors attracted her eye so she decided upon that one. It was as good a random choice as any, after all. With a clanking series of noises, the machine delivered its product.
"Which one did you pick?" asked Amy in mild curiosity.
"Oh, one at random," said her friend. "I couldn't decide."
"But do you really want to drink something from brands you don't know anything about? Look at these! None of the usual brands are here! What are those? If they're foreign or cheap fakes, they might not have legal ingredients! What if they're out-of-date or toxic or something? You'll get sick and end up in a hospital!"
Lina frowned. Amy was not all wrong about that. But she HAD paid for her drink and if she got sick, she'd sue the store. And the can showed a chubby young woman surrounded by flowers, alongside a goat, alongside the ingredients that were plant extracts like cucumber, celery and mainly cherry. Odd choice. But the weirdest was the title: "Large Charge". What the fuck?... What sort of name was that??? Who would purchase a drink with such a name? And it was not a protein shake, as far as she could tell. But to go against Amy's words, she shrugged and tasted the drink.
"Wow! It's good! You really have to try it!" she exclaimed earnestly.
She handed the can to Amy and the other teen took a shy sip. She did admit it was quite flavorful. Lina finished her drink. Both girls went their way, agreeing that the name was still odd and how could any manufacturer expect such a name to sell. Which was a pity, considering how good it was. What they did not know, though, was that the name was warranted. Soon the girls would change into nymphs and get transported amongst satyrs in the fae realm. Nymphs that would not look like usual nymphs. More like nymphs that were surely pretty, but the true portraits of the slim-thick ideal of attractiveness. The different sort of gorgeousness that satyrs and fauns would definitely be sensitive to.