The Siren's Call, the Docks, Friday Evening

[good_for_six]

So Isabela had received an interesting phone message earlier, well, several, but only one was relevant right now, and now she was waiting to see if her invitation was going to be taken up.

In the Captain's Quarters. Under a pile of blankets. Still clothed.

Because she hadn't really considered the weather when she made the offer.

[Open!]