Getting to know Bri over the past month or so had been an absolute dream. The two had hit it off rather easily, having met at a local coffee shop. Morgana couldn’t help but to draw her attention to the woman -- she probably got that everywhere she went. There was a flawless and seemingly effortless beauty to her, at least from Morgana’s perspective. It blossomed into something more than a flirting session, as Bri was invited on a trip with Morgana, traveling to Italy on one of her yachts. She filed her nails on one of the decks of it, the jacuzzi only a few feet from her. Her ivory robe had it’s sash off, matching the pale color of her flesh almost perfectly. The succubus dawned a scarlet bikini to match her long locks and nails.
She knew that after they set sail in a few moments, the robe would be whipping softly into the breeze, no use in closing it. Morgana waited for her guest, hearing the soft footsteps coming up one of the stairwells leading to the top. “I’m glad you took me up on my offer, dear,” she said with a grin, her eyes darting to Bri as she appeared.
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