Mort follows Max, to a point. She watches as he sits but doesn't trust herself to occupy his lap just yet. If he wants to talk he certainly doesn't need her wriggling against him.
...Then again maybe she can distract him better that way. The thought lingers even if she doesn't act upon it just yet.
"That's all well and good for you, and I'm full glad for it." Her hands find her own hips, "I've no skill for baking! Or cutting hair! Or...or researching, or anything as such. I'm only successful at Lord Akeldama's shop because of one thing..."
Her hands slide around to the front of her thighs, forcing her breasts together while she juts her hips out to one side. If it wasn't for sex appeal what good is she?
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Date: 2022-01-13 09:06 pm (UTC)...Then again maybe she can distract him better that way. The thought lingers even if she doesn't act upon it just yet.
"That's all well and good for you, and I'm full glad for it." Her hands find her own hips, "I've no skill for baking! Or cutting hair! Or...or researching, or anything as such. I'm only successful at Lord Akeldama's shop because of one thing..."
Her hands slide around to the front of her thighs, forcing her breasts together while she juts her hips out to one side. If it wasn't for sex appeal what good is she?