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Freyr removed 595’s hand from around her waist and slowly placed it on Vreta’s chest along with hers. She watched the agent take deep, laboured breaths as they traced a patchwork of individual scales together. Freyr leant in suddenly and kissed her neck, in the same way 595 had done to her seconds (or was it minutes?) before. The feeling of her lips slowly brushing against the woman’s taut neck muscles made Freyr feel as though she’d grown wings. A new set of unwieldy limbs on her back with exquisite feeling all of their own. 

“Ohhh.” 595 moaned. “But we’re...dancing right now? What...incredible teeth you have.” Freyr watched the woman slowly raise her hand from Vreta’s chest upwards to try and touch his snout. Freyr could see 595’s mouth moving to form the words, and it was far too loud to hear her, but somehow she still understood. In fact, Freyr felt connected with quite a few people in the room. She felt she might be able to recall the name of the Tindrel dancing rhythmically nearby. She could tell Masgard was dehydrated as gyrated in slow motion with a female his own age. And not just because the strobe lighting illuminated his chest showing through the sweat-drenched formal shirt he wore.