[It's a little difficult to keep up, but Belladonna quickens her pace, desperate not to lose her grasp on Ell's hand. And before long, they're breaking past the crowd. The air is so thick in the club one can hardly call it fresh, but at least there's a bit of room to catch one's breath.
His royal gesture inspires a breathless giggle and as he sits, Belladonna regards him with a mixture of longing and shyness.]
Well, certainly, I could--you truly wouldn't mind?
[It would be impolite of her, wouldn't it? He's being so considerate, but more than that, shamefully, what she really cares to think about is the opportunity to press her body so fully and so closely against his.]
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His royal gesture inspires a breathless giggle and as he sits, Belladonna regards him with a mixture of longing and shyness.]
Well, certainly, I could--you truly wouldn't mind?
[It would be impolite of her, wouldn't it? He's being so considerate, but more than that, shamefully, what she really cares to think about is the opportunity to press her body so fully and so closely against his.]