She’d started the jest and yet it took Irene a second to realize what she’d actually insinuated when he commented on the size of his bed. She hid her blush behind the fact that it was already quite warm in the room coupled with another healthy swig of her drink. It was already halfway gone. She laughed, quickly attempting to recover, though the thought of multiple people sharing the same bed for intercourse seemed to set her stomach aflutter. “Why, you seem to have enough money to purchase one that fits.” She countered, shifting positions again to free one of her legs from under her. Her bare foot tapped a rhythmless beat on the floor.

She chewed over her next question, wondering if it would be too impertinent to ask; though if there was a setting to ask something, it was likely this one, at a party where inhibitions seemed the lowest. She ultimately decided to hold her tongue a little while longer, enjoying the lighter conversation while she could.

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