


Hearing the noise, she looks back,Connor falls immediately after Sibylle lets go,
a tangle of intoxicated limbs over her floor.
Although he seems fine with his new spot only
adjusting himself a tad.
“You never answered my question!”
Connor huffs, “Is that or is that
not a naked Scarjo on your fridge?”
“What the fuck–” At first Connor hadn’t been able to register just exactly what Sibylle was doing as she led him into...