"F-five minutes?" Miranda pouted, "They might be gone in five minutes!" craning her neck to try to look over the edge of the cart. It was too far to stretch however, and she was pulled back down under the blanket by Maribelle as the dancer firmly embraced her. It was an awkward position to be in with another woman, but not altogether uncomfortable. Miranda flushed with embarassment as Maribelle pressed her head agaisnt her breasts, but relented, running a hand through the dancer's admittantly beautiful hair as they lay together.<br/><br/>"C-come on, Marri..." She whispered, "Not now, they might see us..."