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She’s pouting now, even as she walks over to him to take a seat on that expansive lap, both dresses s held high by the top of their clotheshangers.
“Non, mon coeur. We have to go. Besides, it’s always more fun when we come home from these functions.”, a pause as she leaned in closer, wiggling both dresses in front of him “Tell me, which one would you rather tear off of me later, while praising me for being such a good, pretty little spider?”
Hell, she’ll give this approach a try. It was a win win for everyone.















