09-22-2014, 12:40 PM
Priscilla squirmed in her seat. The too tight, too revealing, outft made her feel like she was wearing nothing at all. That became more and more apparent the longer she sat there. There were eyes on her, eating her up slently like she was a slab of meat on a buffet tray.
Brumac's question caught the heiress by surprise. She blushed and stared at her food. "Uhm ... uhm, well not really ... but I supposed I ... well it all depends.." She picked up a fork and stuffed a pancake into her mouth. Inappropriate, maybe. A good conversation ender? Definitely.
Though she did take a break after swallowing. "It's good."
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