Morgan lay there in a daze, body still spasming from time to time.  Frey's own moans seeming to set off an echo of pleasure within the artist.  As the fog finally started to lift she realized just what they'd done.  Blushing brightly she covered her face, not sure if she was more embarrassed by the act or her enjoyment of it.<br/><br/>Her own wallowing in self-chastisement was interrupted by Mel's apology.  Not entirely sure what the writer had done, Morgan struggled to sit up a bit to see.  Though her eyes were instead drawn to the nudity before her.  She no longer wanted to draw the women simply as an artistic exercise, though she could imagine a series of pieces with the two in various stages of...shaking her head she tried to get rid of that thought.  But the images just would not leave, instead leaving her panting.