At the mention of a dildo, Loretta made a snort. "<span style="color: purple">I'm not exactly one for toys longer than my arm or bigger around than my fist, I already know how you figured it, and I don't wanna ask about it. Sounded like a pair of animals, you did.</span>"<br/><br/>She'd opened one eye and watched Emma disrobe and change out of the rather uppity-looking suit and into something more well-suited for sleeping in. The burns all over her right side made Loretta feel a bit sorry for the ex-con, but it was nothing especially depressing. They'd both seen and been through some serious shit, so it wasn't like it was something that was an unheard of tragedy. And though it did detract from Emma's overall appearance, Loretta still had to admit that Emma was beautiful, in her own eerie fashion. She'd always had an attraction- not necessarily sexual, especially in the more recent years- towards the tall and lanky, and tonight was no exception. She found Emma's aura of comfort to be a point of jealousy; though she may be able to get her body to settle, Loretta could never totally let her mind have a break in tension. Even in her dreams, she found herself at least subconsciously aware of what went on around her.<br/><br/>Loretta soon decided to disregard such feelings, and instead welcomed Emma to her bed, turning over to one side. When Emma's arm was slung over her, Loretta sighed with a hint of comfort. When Emma nestled herself into her back, Loretta almost smiled. "<span style="color: purple">G'night, friend,</span>" she whispered, just before she went about as close to asleep as she could get.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>