At some level, and another time, Jourdan might actually be interested in Morgen's opinion of their architectural choices.  But her needs were much more primal at the moment.  The niceties of pretending to care about anything besides some productive fucking was beginning to wear upon her nerves.  When they were down to discussing the brushwork of her portrait she wanted to scream.  The hungry look he gave her, perhaps fed by the nude portrait, soothed her bubbling temper but only intensified her desire.<br/><br/>But she had never been so desperate that she would beg for sex and she wasn't about to start today.  So when Morgen brought up the bedroom she giggled.  "Well being a world renowned architect, I thought you would have noticed it wasn't exactly a room."  But her tone was playful as she eyed the Irish lass being freed of his embrace and decided to make her move.  But it wasn't the lone male that she dove for.  Instead she seized Saoirse's hand and took her in toe to the spiral staircase leading up to the open platform that served as their marital bedchamber.<br/><br/>She had invited the girl for a reason, the specifics of which were about to be unveiled.  She paused halfway up and in full view of the other two, turned and fully embraced the girl.  Her dark lips claimed the pale and her hands were all over.  In the years since she dated Morgen she had learned to undress a woman with the same talents she had for undressing a man.  She broke their kiss just long enough to remove the girl's top and toss it casually down to the two below.  Only then did she continue the rest of the way up the stairs, the Irish ginger now only wearing her bra above the waist.<br/><br/>Jourdan was confident that there was little chance of Morgen and Freya pairing off together, though the idea did amuse her a bit and she wouldn't complain.  She was also confident Freya knew her game well enough to make sure that if they didn't have a proper foursome, the Irish strumpet wouldn't be the one getting Morgen's seed this night.