Melody looked uneasily at the alcohol. "It's just..." she said softly... "I mean, yes you two were sleeping and I slipped my hands up my belly. I kind of squeezed my nipples, then I licked my fingers and rubbed the wetness against them. But the thing is... you can't... please promise you won't hate me... in my mind it wasn't my fingers. It was... Morgan was wearing that outfit she wears to paint that's all 'I don't care how I look' but is so sexy. And Freya was wearing..." Melody blushed again. "...somewhat less. And I was imagining it was Morgan's lips and not my hand on the left and Freya on the right. And... and when one of my hands slipped down and rubbed... it... I... I imagined that it was one of you's thigh and then the other, then your fingers dipping in instead of mine, mental images shifting back and forth between you..." Her voice became almost vanishingly quiet as she confessed, "licking, even."<br/><br/>She stopped for a minute and swallowed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I shouldn't have... I don't mean to make you uncomfortable... I'm sorry."<br/><br/>Melody washed a great quantity of Doctor Pepper down her throat, wincing at the bubbles before she eventually shook herself out of it, tried to pretend she hadn't just said it. "Um... truth or dare, Morgan."