Tracey wasn't done with her wine, in face she felt the need for more, but she put her glass down as Sara came to stand in front of her. The fingers in her hair were blissful and hinted at what was to come. Tracey was sure that Sara would pull her hair taut at any second making her moan wantonly.
"I do," she whispered softly and submissively. It wasn't that she was trying, the hands in her hair made her that way. "I know exactly what they do. They remind you of how you love to tear them off of me, your dirty little halfbood." Knowing that Sara still thought of her like that thrilled her and saddened her at the same time and it showed in her blue eyes as she looked up at her.
"The room is beautiful," Tracey told Sara. "Thank you." Tracey always thanked Sara for her selections. It wasn't that she thought Sara was doing it for her. However, Tracey knew she would have felt awful if they met is some seedy location.