[ oh-ho, either someone gave her some trade secrets after she left or someone has been doing her homework. color her impressed, now she has to see how far she is willing to go to sell the bit.

hands on her hips, her eyes become half lidded as she draws up an eyebrow and purses her lips briefly. after each word that follows she leans a bit closer, ending with their lips so close that she can feel the warmth from her breath tickling her lips.]

Actions speak louder than words, baby, are you going to tell me what you want or show me?

[ tucking a fingertip under her chin, she angles her face and awaits the inevitable. ]

What do you think you deserve?