[Elizabeth smiles, like a true femme fatale, and crosses back to the bed, deliberately swinging her hips as she walks.]
[She climbs back onto the bed and slides close to Gai--but just out of reach.] Can you move your hands enough to tighten me up a little? [Elizabeth looks pointedly down in the direction of her breasts, which are still threatening to fall out of her corset.] It tends to give these a lift.
September 26th - The Marathon
[She climbs back onto the bed and slides close to Gai--but just out of reach.] Can you move your hands enough to tighten me up a little? [Elizabeth looks pointedly down in the direction of her breasts, which are still threatening to fall out of her corset.] It tends to give these a lift.