#prudish

I'm saying this as a woman who has been celibate for about 3 or 4 years now.

Needless to say, the nickname “Mrs. Grundy” gets thrown around a bit.

You’re in an elevator alone with Loki, and as the conversation goes on, he decides you’re more personable than you let on. Your personality still seems a bit prudish, but - lo and behold - you can laugh after all.

You accidentally drop something and crouch to pick it up.

Lok drops to help you and notices in his peripheral vision that a pant leg has ridden up just enough to let a small butterfly tattoo peek out from your inner ankle.

With the item retrieved, you both stand up.

“Thanks, Loki.”

The elevator doors open.

“Anytime, little butterfly...”

It takes you a moment.

You dart out before the doors can close again.

“Wait!”

Altoona Tribune, Pennsylvania, March 19, 1926

From Wikipedia:  Post Office is a kissing game played by boys and girls at parties. It has been referred to in United States popular culture since at least the 1880s.

The group playing is divided into two groups – typically a girl group and a boy group. One group goes into another room, such as a bedroom, which is called "the post office". To play, each person from the other group individually visits "the post office". Once there, they get a kiss from everyone in the room. They then return to the original room.