Morrigan smiled at the sight of the room, and said, "Yes, I believe this will be more than perfect for my needs, and please, call me Morrigan. I refuse to stand on formalities. But your friend seems to have a problem with my 'research', perhaps I should only have one of you help at a time?"<br/><br/>Her arms slip from her escorts and she walks into the room, dumping her bag on a nearby chair, and perusing a few of the books idly, stopping on one that seemed to be relevant to her escorts, one describing the various effects of distant infusions of outsider blood into a bloodline. She idly flips her wings open, as she takes the book to the table, and leans over it, her back to the males, waiting for them to enter, or not, as they choose.<br/><br/>Her legs are straight and she bent at the waist, allowing them to view her well toned legs, and the hints of a full, fleshed butt, ready for their attentions.