The bed. Sounded good to Melody. She had been certain that she would never have occasion to use that bed. But she was far more focused on other things, really. The squeeze of Morgan's hand, the sound of her voice, and the meaning of her words. She smiled widely, not releasing Morgan's hand. "Thank you," she smiled. "I'll understand if you feel you need to back out for whatever reason but... thank you."<br/><br/>Her eyes were very caught by Freya's swaying hips, and she blushed when caught at it. Melody rose, leading Morgan gently by the hand, kicking her purple panties toward her bunk as she walked in the other direction--to the bed.<br/><br/>Melody's heart raced as she descended. Was it happening? Was it really happening?