Melody saw the flare in Morgan's eyes. She had misestimated. She was making Morgan uncomfortable and it made her want to cry, want to apologize, want to run away. But she had all ready said 'dare'. Her eyes widened, partly at the request itself, but mostly at the defensive tone with which it was delivered. Morgan was in defense mode and not nearly as friendly as Melody had started to expect. In that moment... it just felt too much like the kiss in high school. She swallowed. "Maybe ask again if you really want me to," she said, starting to walk away, removing her shirt. Then she stopped. "No. No I can't run away forever. She moved back to Morgan, taking her wrist. She kissed the tip of each finger then slowly took each finger into her mouth, circled it with her tongue.<br/><br/>When she had licked it fully clean, she pulled the hand up to her lips and kissed it. She dared to look Morgan in the eyes. "We're all making ourselves so vulnerable here. And none of us are going to take advantage of that. Okay?"<br/><br/>She returned to her place, forgetting to reclaim the shirt, forgetting that her bright green bra didn't begin to match her purple panties. "Freya," she called, "shall I leave you vulnerable with truth or with a dare?"