Morra, the silly girl, has found a new game to play, one that involves her own body. She giggles as she tentatively touches herself, her fingers tracing the curves and dips of her skin. Her laughter fades as she discovers the sensitive peaks of her nipples, her breath catching in her throat. She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she continues her exploration, her fingers dipping lower, finding the heat and wetness that's building between her legs. She moans softly, her body writhing as she learns what her body likes, what makes it sing.