[ It's been a while since she's been handled so deftly. The last few months, it's been all beer breath and work-calloused hands fumbling at her, while there's been pleasure in that, this is as luxurious as clean, smooth sheets and that imaginary chocolate on her pillow.

She lets her eyes go half-lidded and heavy, tilting her head at an angle that accentuates the lean line of her slim neck. She bestows on him the fullness of her attention, just long enough for him to feel it, before she retracts it to the more socially appropriate distance of interested flirtation. ]

Oh, no. [ She sharpens her smile, hand still resting carelessly in his grasp. ] I'm too worldly to be a damsel. Most women are, as soon as we're out of knee high stockings and pleated skirts.

But it's fun to pretend.