Daphne gasped softly as Sara told her the problem. “That does sound bad that you aren’t,” she purred in agreement. “Is there something that you plan to do to…fix that?” Daphne grinned back.
Slowly, she climbed down. Daphne’s hips swayed to the music as she took a few steps around the table to do as Sara asked her. Walking back, she stood before Sara.
Taking her hat, Daphne seated it on her head. Adjusting the veil, Daphne made a big show of getting her hat in place. She delayed by fiddling with it as long as she could to test Sara’s resolve.