[Fettina's Place]
Fettina's wings fold tightly against her back, almost shyly, and she allows herself to be led. Snuggling shall occur. Their bodies mold together like they were cast to fit. What follows is quiet. Tina is cold to the touch, smooth, but there is warmth inside somewhere. For a little while there's just the subtle shifting of Tina's legs and hips... "Um... wanna watch a movie?"