[ A beatific smile floats to her face at his reaction, pleased that he's pleased by it. As a person who exists to be of service to others, it comes as no surprise she's prepared to receive him, already slick with want, as if she's been anticipating this since the moment she set foot in the club.

She straddles him, her hands easing the front hem of her dress up to her hips, a display for his eyes only to visually confirm what he's felt. No matter how long it takes, the wait for his approval seems like forever, and a faint blush dusts her cheeks. ]