<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maelynn Swallowtail<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Johanna, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Mae nodded mutely. The spirit was willing, but the flesh - very weak. Reaching out one hand to touch Johanna's shoulder, the butterfly managed to squeak out, "I'll be just outside, fivesister." Even though they would much rather stay firmly planted on the ground, she forced them outside and closed the door, collapsing against it face first as she sighed heavily. A muffled whimper was all the evidence there was of how hard she was trying<em>not</em>to think of the blonde slipping out of the damp nightgown, beads of moisture infused with that intoxicating, seductive fragrance clinging to the soft, white, inviting flesh of her compact, nubile body.