Eloise
"Mhmm." Eloise purrs back confidently, her dark eyes sparkling with the lusty boldness of youth. As Zeph moves, the suddenness of such seemingly not catching the illusionist off-guard, she pushes herself further up onto her toes, placing her mouth ever closer to his and ensuring that the curve of her ass is on the table, the back of her thighs pressed against the wood.
"Now, this private demonstration wouldn't be because you're out of practice, would it Zeph?" Eloise wonders in a silken voice, her eyes dripping down from his, lingering on his lips for just a beat too long, before falling to the collar of his shirt. Raising her hands so that she was now squarely between his, she adjusts the fabric of his shirt, smoothing down a few wrinkles before glancing mischievously back up at him. "I mean, what with all of us youngin's you'll be leading." She said, quoting something he'd said earlier before straightening ever so slightly in his arms, so that her breasts pressed frustratingly gently against his chest.
"Now, this private demonstration wouldn't be because you're out of practice, would it Zeph?" Eloise wonders in a silken voice, her eyes dripping down from his, lingering on his lips for just a beat too long, before falling to the collar of his shirt. Raising her hands so that she was now squarely between his, she adjusts the fabric of his shirt, smoothing down a few wrinkles before glancing mischievously back up at him. "I mean, what with all of us youngin's you'll be leading." She said, quoting something he'd said earlier before straightening ever so slightly in his arms, so that her breasts pressed frustratingly gently against his chest.
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
