[ A smile worms its way onto his features as he feels one far from subtle tiefling crawling under the covers, bringing the scent of bread with him. Fjord slides his hands around Molly's waist and kneads his way to slim hips, only deigning to open his eyes a crack when he can't stand the delicious weight and scents above him any longer. ]
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Where's mine?
[ Be a good bread thief and share! ]