CIAN
the eye
"Ooh." The bartender hums a note of sassy apology, her chin tilted upward as her brows dance, inviting him to tell her just how shameful her description might have been.
Stretching up a hand into his and placing her free hand on the inside of his thigh, as she stands she presses outward that his legs might spread slightly. "Am I ever."
She agrees. "It's these shoes." Removing her hand from his leg to catch her foot as it twists behind her, she looks over her shoulder and down at the offending piece of her outfit. This of course accentuates the perfect curve of her ass, and though she's more than flexible enough to hold the pose while remaining perfectly balanced on her own, she sways slightly nonetheless, pitching daintily forward.
Stretching up a hand into his and placing her free hand on the inside of his thigh, as she stands she presses outward that his legs might spread slightly. "Am I ever."
She agrees. "It's these shoes." Removing her hand from his leg to catch her foot as it twists behind her, she looks over her shoulder and down at the offending piece of her outfit. This of course accentuates the perfect curve of her ass, and though she's more than flexible enough to hold the pose while remaining perfectly balanced on her own, she sways slightly nonetheless, pitching daintily forward.
