Ivy sighs, panting lightly. "My gods, how many girls did you practice with?" she leaves her arms around his neck, and rests her head on his chest. "Where do you wanna do it? If we do it here, then someone could walk in on us. If we do it in either of our rooms, and someone sees, especially Arty, they'd think it was something.. else." She turns red. "So? Any suggestions?"