The air was cool on her skin as her robes dropped to the floor behind her, and she ran her hands through her long golden locks as she stepped up to them. She let out a soft sigh as Miles trailed his fingertips down across her chest before biting on her lip and looking over at Higgs to make sure he was okay with this.
The smirk on Terence's face and his choice of words made her skin tingle, and she raised a flirtatious eyebrow at him as if to challenge him to prove it.
Daphne was rewarded with teasing kisses that left her moaning softly with frustration. She wrapped one arm around his neck to forcefully press his lips against hers, her other hand running down along Miles' torso, tracing his chiseled muscles.