Daphne's cheeks were pink as she danced. Deciding she needed a bit of liquid courage, she took her wine glass and drained it quickly. Though, she did not just gulp it down. Something that crass was just something she would never do.
As she continued to dance, Daphne wasn't really sure what to do. Slinking around Sara's chair, she draped her arms over her as she swayed. Lightly, she blew in her ear before moving around to the front again.
Running her hands up her own body, Daphne lightly cupped her breasts as she danced. How could she ask what Sara wanted her to do specifically? Did Sara even know? "Is this what you wanted to see?" she prompted.