From outside the clearing and the immideate vicinity of the tents, the small group of tightly grouped tents was surprisingly difficult to spot. And despite the feelings of certain individuals in neighboring tents, neither the girl getting her brains fucked out or the girls taking care of their own business were being particualrly loud - and the boy's voice didn't carry all that much, either.
No, it was a good camp, entirely under the low branches of the giant tree bordering the clearing, with only the slightest possibility of seeing someone moving between the tents.
Since the eyes watching the midnight proceedings already knew everything was there, though, it was more of a moot point...
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