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Morrigan lets out a soft giggle, a sound of her own contentment. The seconds past where they simply lay together, intertwined like this before the goth girl turns. Slowly in the arms of the other and toys with brown hair. β€œHi” she murmurs softly.

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It seems she does, since she was so far up Rowan’s ass and she seems rather underserving. Morrigan turns to look at the redhead, brows raised slight. β€œHuh?” She asks, surprised to even be seeing Rowan at all. Then her brows knit together in annoyance. β€œEleanor is not a nut.”

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She did not even need to see to know who was manhandling her like this. The second she was pushed against the right exterior, she had known. Squirming slightly, hand clenches into a fist. β€œWhat do you want?” She hisses.