Maeve discards her goblet as a pout settles on her pretty features. With languid movements, she pushes herself from the chaise, skirts swishing around her legs as she gets her footing. The outfit is barely a dress. Technically it's an undergarment with a corset over top, hugging her tiny waist and hanging off of her shoulders as she approaches. No sense in dressing up when they're only going to take it off, right? His answer is admittedly rather unfortunate. For him and for her.
She stops in front of him, leaning against the counter and tilting her face up towards his, "What a pity." The words are drawled, an accent coloring them as she reaches out and straightens the lapel of his jacket. Her hand drops back to her side once she finishes, "I just got on the floor not long ago. You would have been my first client of the day, but given that you're only here for business..." Maeve clicks her tongue, a teasing smile curling on her lips as she shrugs slender shoulders.
She stops in front of him, leaning against the counter and tilting her face up towards his, "What a pity." The words are drawled, an accent coloring them as she reaches out and straightens the lapel of his jacket. Her hand drops back to her side once she finishes, "I just got on the floor not long ago. You would have been my first client of the day, but given that you're only here for business..." Maeve clicks her tongue, a teasing smile curling on her lips as she shrugs slender shoulders.
