[PQ] palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Now this is what they were talking about. The air around the group of writhing bodies would seem to heat and tingle, to cause every brush of a hand, every hot kiss, every pinch and tickle to seem all that much more, until their voices rose in a harmony that was just-- ahh, just perfect. Well, a deal was a deal. And when all was said and done (and done again, and again, until their breath and sweat and moans filled the room), Lily would find just beyond her stage, a beautiful piano. It almost seemed to grow out of the foundations of the house, all swooping curves and shining wood and tinkling ebony-ivory keys. A small price to pay for the sight of such natural enjoyment, Frey thought.