Ros let out a loud whine when Grummush slipped his finger into her sex, bucking slightly against his hand. The clone made the exact same motion, but slightly delayed, and without a noise. "Doesn't work that way, sadly." She ground her chest against his arm as he worked his fingers. "Just me feeling it. She's a construct. Just a very appealing one."<br/><br/>At that moment, Ros' clone wrapped a hand around the member of Grummush's blue copy, running her hand up and down it. Ros herself was grinning madly at Grummush. If he wanted to play ball, she'd play ball. "How about<i>yours?</i>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>