The shudder that passed through her body at the low, sultry tones was enough to confirm to Marlena that she truly had been wanting for company over the last few years and hadn’t even noticed it. It was quite impossible to mistake the other woman’s meaning – or at least she hoped it was. Visions of soft skin and illicit kisses filled her mind and Lena felt warmth swell in the depths of her stomach. 

Merlin, what if she was a prostitute though? Was there a polite way to ask?

“Your…your home? Is it especially far?” Lena asked, face flushed. “I could buy a bottle of gin here to take with us but I don’t know that my funds could stretch further,” she said, unconsciously licking her lips, trembling at the ghost of a kiss she may only be imagining.

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