The image of her wife's milk-chocolate face next to her own pale face, separated only by the mixed curtain of red and black hair was one that Freya had always appreciated, whether it was her sneaking up behind her wife in the mornings as she was getting ready for her day, after a shower or an afternoon of passionate sex on the living room floor, or if it was the other way around. It was an image that to her symbolised their union through the difference in their appearance. Even now with another face less pale and but clearly freckled enclosed in beautiful red hair, a few feet to the left of Jourdan's, that was what Freya saw but she also saw a trio, a mess of different colour hair and naked skin entangled with each other. When brought back from her vision by her wife posing a seemingly rhetorical question at her she nodded and as the question referred to Morgen she could actually imagine his face between filling out the gap with ease.<br/>"Indeed one of the finest," she replied with a smirk that tried its best not to be ironic or sarcastic, knowing that was the reply Jourdan expected of her even if Freya had never really thought of Morgen in those terms.<br/>Though, of course, her artist's eye could appreciate Morgen's aesthetically pleasing, open face with its boyish charms as well as the shape of his body, a body she had seen shirtless on more than one occasion in the past, before the break. She was fairly certain from what she had seen earlier that evening, even if she had not seen him standing up for very long, that he still had a good body on him.<br/><br/>She put a hand on top of Jourdan's hand and straightened herself up a little, pushing her back against Jourdan's breasts. She leaned her head back against her shoulder and nuzzled her nose behind her wife's ears, drawing in the scent of her skin, flicking her tongue at the ear lobe. It was clear to any one that neither of the two were exactly sober but it was perhaps also clear to an outside observer that Freya was clearly more inebriated than Jourdan was. It was also quite obvious that despite whatever intimacy had happened in the stall neither of the two were even close to being fully satisfied.<br/><br/>Of course Freya was not too drunk to notice the assessing looks her wife gave the redhead next to them.<br/>"She's real cute isn't she," she whispered in Jourdan's ear and kissed her neck before straightening her head up to look directly at the woman again as Jourdan slipped her arm away and approached the redhead with an assertiveness in body language that she was sure must come from her work as a top runway model, from being a woman whose greatest professional asset was her beauty.<br/>"Insatiable barely begins to describe him," she said to confirm the statement and even though she herself had no experience with Morgen's stamina she knew his libido was high and from some of the stories Jourdan had shared with her back when she and Morgen were still engaged she knew enough about the latter to not doubt the veracity of Jourdan's statement. She also knew from stories Morgen had shared that he was more than able to satisfy two women sexually in one night, adding to that a third woman, herself, to the mix she was 100% sure that they would, all four of them, be quite satisfied before the night was over. Assuming of course that this redhead was indeed up for such an adventure.<br/><br/>When asked if she thought the woman was up for it she first returned the playful slap on her wife's ass before wrapping her arm around her waist from the side and leaning her head towards Jourdan's shoulder while giving the redhead's body an appreciative gaze. Her clothes were perhaps not exactly revealing but showed enough for Freya to almost lick her lips.<br/>"From the way she is looking at you Darling," she said and lifted her eyes up to look into the redhead's pale blue eyes with a big smile on her face.<br/>"I'd say she is up for quite a bit if it means she can get a piece of Morgen Magic."<br/>She giggled and soon the redhead did as well.<br/><br/>"That's settled then," Freya concluded and taking Jourdan's right hand in her left reached for the redhead's left hand with her right.<br/>"Oh. Maybe we should introduce ourselves first. I'm Freya and this is my beautiful wife Jourdan."<br/>"Saoirse," the redhead said with a smile and took Freya's offered hand.<br/><br/>It was like this, hand in hand with Freya in the middle, they next appeared before Morgen.