Melody was torn. Morgan was uncomfortable and she wanted to fix it. But at the same time she was terrified that making any attempt to fix it would make it worse. She turned her focus on Freya. "All right. All right, truth." She nodded, considering for a moment.<br/><br/>"Tell us the story from your past or other personal iterm about yourself which, in your most honest judgement, we will most enjoy hearing and you will be most embarassed by."<br/><br/>Did 'tell us' count as truth? Or was that a dare? Melody wasn't entirely sure. It wasn't as if she had played this game before. Giving Freya a chance to consider she added, as an afterthought, "Oh, I picked this up not realizing you'd gotten one of your own. I have no use for it."<br/><br/>She slipped out the bottle Morgan had been eying in the store and handed her the twin of the one Freya had purchased. It was stupid and pointless for Melody to be embarassed about it and the sooner it was in Morgan's hands and out of her life--and underwear drawer--the better.<br/><br/>Melody did blush a little as she first truly realized she had actually removed her top--was it not koshur to retrieve it and put it back on? Safest to let it lie.