Freya jumped a little as Morgan fell against her and Melody. She found her balance wasn't quite what it should have been under the circumstances, the world was starting to look a little, well, off.<br/><br/>She reached out a hand to grab for something to stop herself falling over, she found herself catching a dresser and sliding down it.<br/><br/>"Ah, I pick you M." She pointed a finger at Morgan as she managed to stop herself from falling any further by pressing harder against the dresser and copious use of thigh muscles. She was effectively now wall sitting which though it was a part of her exercise regiment wasn't something she wanted to be doing right then.<br/><br/>Straightening up she brushed herself off, stated simply, "Truth or dare Miss Morgan. Though, I really do want to watch M watching this porn which she has..." My collection of Lesbians? "You have a collection M?" No, wait that wasn't quite right. She shouldn't be drunk, she had had one glass, Brits were not drunk on one glass, certainly not those who had been drinking since they were fourteen, were musicians and used to hang around with bikers. Get a grip Freya. This was the poster's collection. Still, seemed like a good tease, she would go with it. "This is number twenty four in your collection of Lesbians? Sly." A big grin. She was still tingling from the dancing and the Morgan breastage display and the kissing and the whole evening was being very confusing.<br/><br/>Though, she did have a habit when on a story reading binge of heading to the nifty archive...