“Oh, here, there. Lots of rooftops, last night. Very busy, very late,” Rhiannon said. She was wearing a crop top, black duster, and a short red skirt. Her hair flowed long and bottle-black with red highlights. “Made a new friend, though.”
“Oh, a friend? That’s nice,” Morgan said, not sounding terribly like she meant it. “Why didn’t you bring her?”
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Obviously she's far too exhausted after a night of adventures and raunchy, raunchy sex.
Oh, wait. No, Rhiannon and Erin aren't lesbians. Dammit!
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