Mun meant a toga.

Sadly, she has tutus on the brain, thanks to the devious Becca and what she made Meg pull on her other pup.

"Mmm hmm. Naughty. I'm very good at that," she said, arching a single eyebrow at him and kissing him again. The hands have not left his arse. In fact, they are rubbing slightly.

Now Virginia's goal? Is to wind him up during the whole party, then insist on staying until neither of them can take it anymore, then having the both of them reap the benefits.