Persephone's breathing was ragged, her pulse racing as desire and warmth poured through her. Ginny's skin was flushed, her lips insistent and enticing, making it nearly impossible for Persephone to gather her composure. Summoning a last bit of self-restraint, she gently buried her face against the latter's neck, taking a deep, steadying breath, feeling Ginny's heartbeat echo against her own.
"Ginny…" she murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation as she lifted her head. She carefully placed the fresh clothes on the marble counter beside them. "I'm going to leave these here," she whispered, as if steadying herself as much as giving instructions, "and I'll wait for you outside so you can change."
