Melody tingled all over at the tickle of Morgan's hair, the intoxicating mix of her scents. And the kiss... she gasped, found her arm lifting, accidentally brushing... *ahem* hand darting to the floor and not thinking about that. She breathed shallowly, and it took her a centimeter or two to stop her longing motion after Morgan's retreat.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted between them. "Fine." She grabbed the glass, winced at the memory of her previous drinks and set it down again.<br/><br/>"Fine," she said again. "You win. Without my pants." She looked away as she unfastened them, wiggled her way out and folded them before setting them aside. She could handle this (though not without another blush). Her dark purple panties weren't embarassing. And she was still showing less than a one-piece bathing suit.<br/><br/>As Morgan poceded to challenge Freya, Melody exercised her great expertise of remaining invisible. Perhaps they would forget the 'two more dares' part.