<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br/><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/></div><br/>Julie-Anna had somehow ended up on all fours, watching intently with eyes that screamed for the same delicious release she had given the Angel. Her body had moved in a way that told the woman she was much better at pleasuring a woman than she thought; perhaps she would stick to the same sex from now on? Everything about a woman in bliss felt so much more sensual and enticing than sex with man. It was a serious thought that she would muse about later.<br/><br/>As Muriel rested, the Sparrow had simply watched the pure white body, eyes following the rise and fall of her chest. Her screams had made the woman squirm, yearning for the other's touch. Her gaze flashed at the words that rang through the cellar. A look of both excitement and, was it possibly, fear? Whatever it was, she could feel it from her eyes to her toes and found herself crawling over the woman, lips pressing against hers. "And what will you do to me, my darling?" Her lids were low as she pressed her lips forward once more.