Except when you're eating, then you belong to no one. [She demurely picks at his fingers, gently removing them from under the hem of the dress she is wearing one by one before pushing his hand away. She slips out of his lap with ease, though there's nearly a little bit of flashing going on (it was most likely intentional and meant to frustrate, but who can say for certain?). Smoothing out her dress, she grins.] Anything I can get you before I disappear into the night?
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