Jourdan continued putting herself back together as she looked out the open stall to see two beautiful redheads from behind.  She obviously had a certain affinity for gingers and the momentary setting, the simultaneous hair fluffing, made it automatic to compare and contrast the two beauties.  She smiled at the compliment in the thick Irish brogue, curious as to its authenticity.  It was hardly out of place in Boston of course, though not all were genuine.  "Thank you.  I see you have drawn your share of attention as well."  She replied as she stood behind her wife, looking at her own reflection from over Freya's shoulder.<br/><br/>It was all fairly cursory until she mentioned Morgen by name, which warranted a second look, both via the mirror and a direct glance in her direction.  "Yes, old and dear friends."  She said in a tone that suggested a sense of intimacy between them.  "One of the finest in town, isn't that right honey?"  She said as she wrapped her far hand around Freya's waist from behind and pressed themselves together.<br/><br/>She held the newcomers eyes with hers once she glanced at them to ask her question.  Her dark eyes were piercing and while not openly hostile, certainly communicated a cautious seriousness as she assessed the other woman.  She then openly lowered her gaze to assess more than the woman's intentions but her ability to follow through.  Jourdan maintained her mild display of affection towards her wife even as she boldly checked out the Irish lass.  She smiled at the irony of Morgen having kept a purely platonic relationship with Freya but would seem so interested in this one.  Not that they were that similar, besides the red hair of course, but it made her wonder if Morgen didn't have his regrets about Freya, on multiple levels.  Of course she and Morgen both knew Freya quite well and it would have taken much more than Morgen magic for any man to have bedded her beautiful wife.<br/><br/>She may have been curious about Morgen's taste in redheads, but she knew Freya's tastes well enough.  She gave the inquiring stranger a smile, as if she had made her decision regarding a response.  "Oh honey, he ain't in our orbit, we are in his."  She said, acting every bit the fawning groupie to the 'fine man' the girl seemed so obviously smitten with.  She let her arm slip from Freya's waist then moved closer to the new girl as if wanting to speak confidentially.  "He is simply, insatiable, you know what I mean?"<br/><br/>She then turned to Freya as if for confirmation.  Addressing her wife, she continued her game.  "What do you think, it isn't like we couldn't use the help with him, but do you think she's up to it?"  Only the hint of a smile was on her face as she swatted new girl on the ass playfully.  She wanted to see if her confidence was more than skin deep.  "Unless you get nervous around other women that is?"  That would of course be the main question in adding a fourth to their little game, Morgen was hardly the only insatiable one in the group.