Daphne's head was swimming with firewhiskey, and she knew it simply by the fact that she was practically swooning. Miles was still crouched there, his hands gripping Terence's hips, his tongue running over his perfect lips which only a moment ago had been wrapped around...
Her heart pounded furiously in her chest as she heard Higgs whisper her name. Daphne found herself staring at him for a moment before her eyes flicked back towards her husband, who's gaze was filled with something close to...longing? Or was that simply lust?
The two words his uttered, low and deep in his throat to the point that it sounded like he was purring at her caught her attention though. And the way that he beckoned her over, it felt like she wouldn't be able to stop her feet from moving even if she'd wanted to.
Daphne didn't even have time to contemplate why she was going to agree. After all, her body was already humming with his, and she'd slept with Higgs on more than one occasion. She didn't even try to fight it, to ask Miles why she would do such a thing.
Instead, she simply crossed the room, her eyes taking in the rather perfectly chiseled bodies of the men in front of her, her fingers already toying with the top clasp of her robes. "Promise you'll take care of me?" she asked in a most innocent tone, although her eyes spoke an entirely different story.