[Medusa keeps the glass clutched gently between her fingers. Her eyes follow his movement, her knicked brow tilting a bit in interest as his finger trails up her thigh. A slight smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. She lowers the glass down a bit before her eyes catch his glance.]
Awfully bold, aren't you?
[She takes another small sip before setting the glass down on the table. Medusa leans back against the couch, her fingers brushing against his wrist and trailing up his arm.]
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Awfully bold, aren't you?
[She takes another small sip before setting the glass down on the table. Medusa leans back against the couch, her fingers brushing against his wrist and trailing up his arm.]