Morgan looked away in embarrassment, Mel's gratitude and assurances making her blush.  “...s okay.”  Returning the squeeze she found herself fidgeting for a moment, entirely unsure if she should lead or follow.  So she was grateful when Mel's attentions were drawn to Frey's body.<br/><br/>Morgan's own eyes traveled across the swaying hips, fingers twitching in the desire to touch.  “Sculpture.  Want to take sculpture.”  The words were mumbled to herself, trying to convince herself that's why she wanted to touch Frey.  Purely for art.  Following Mel to the bed she knelt to the far side, blushing as she looked at Frey.  The two of them waiting for Mel to get in position.  Offering a shy smile she tried to not look at anywhere in particular.  But it was so difficult. And despite her internal protest she wasn't looking at them with an artistic eye.<br/><br/>“I..”  Coughing she cleared her throat before trying again.  “I will follow your lead Frey.  If you don't mind.  I'm...you seem to know...”  The words faded with an even brighter blush as she looked down at the bedding, licking her lips nervously.