“Oh, pretty little Anon, you should pipe down! Someone’s going to hear you.” Abba playfully nips at Anon’s shoulder and giggles. “Your voice is pretty, but it’s better if you’re quiet, mhm?” Abba pulls away, panting. She crawls off of Anon‘s body, wrapping her arms around them. “Darling, you look so pretty.” Abba whispers, gently touching Anon. “Shall we continue?”