Morgan
Oh, and you in all your vibrant youth
How could anything bad ever happen to you?
Morgan had almost left the Grounds altogether out of embarrassment five times on the way to their destination, sure that every passer-by somehow knew where they were heading. Of course she'd had to go and involve herself with a man that needed a special room to stand to attention.
Neron went in to get keys from the man that gave them out, Morgan very insistent that she would stay outside for that, not wanting her face seen by anyone in association with this. She was not squeamish about sex, not ashamed of her body and wants, but it was hardly fitting of the leader of a nation (well, at least, the leader of a nation again come Flowerbirth) to be seen running about finding sex rooms in the Grounds; especially not with her Spymaster.
Thankfully Neron was in the 'Sanctuary' a mercifully short time and they could head across the street. Morgan tried to let out a breath as she did, let go of some of the tension that had built in her over the last half hour, because it wasn't the kind of tension that would help them here. Watching Neron unlock the door, she even permitted herself a smile; she had, after all, actually been looking forward to this, and it seemed like they'd pulled it off without an international incident.
The room itself was pleasant enough, not the sex dungeon she had feared; couches and blankets and little else clearly marked out it's purpose, and she would not dare to look in the chest by the door, but it would do. "It's less....well. Disgusting than expected." She said, a laugh leaving her as she turned to look at Neron.
Neron went in to get keys from the man that gave them out, Morgan very insistent that she would stay outside for that, not wanting her face seen by anyone in association with this. She was not squeamish about sex, not ashamed of her body and wants, but it was hardly fitting of the leader of a nation (well, at least, the leader of a nation again come Flowerbirth) to be seen running about finding sex rooms in the Grounds; especially not with her Spymaster.
Thankfully Neron was in the 'Sanctuary' a mercifully short time and they could head across the street. Morgan tried to let out a breath as she did, let go of some of the tension that had built in her over the last half hour, because it wasn't the kind of tension that would help them here. Watching Neron unlock the door, she even permitted herself a smile; she had, after all, actually been looking forward to this, and it seemed like they'd pulled it off without an international incident.
The room itself was pleasant enough, not the sex dungeon she had feared; couches and blankets and little else clearly marked out it's purpose, and she would not dare to look in the chest by the door, but it would do. "It's less....well. Disgusting than expected." She said, a laugh leaving her as she turned to look at Neron.
You make a fool of death with your beauty
and for a moment
