Cassandra slipped her heeled sandals off her feet as she settled onto the blanket, legs tucked up under her for modesty. Tucking her dark hair behind one ear, she watched from under her lashes as he sat next to her.
Although, his plans were a bit surprising. A Muggle club? Eros occasionally was one thing. Knowing a lot of their peers visited such establishments -- usually the boys -- to 'go slumming' as it were, was one thing. But, to actually go to one herself? "Now, doesn't that assume a willingness to 'get improper' in the first place?" she asked teasingly, leaving the idea of going into the Muggle world to percolate in her mind for awhile. "Shouldn't you have more of a care for your own reputation?"
Not that men were ever held to the same rigid standards of propriety women were, of course. Just look at the Potter boy and his husband! Society loved them and they carried on like they were rock stars instead of heirs to two of the most important bloodlines of their time.
"I think I've figured you out, Dylan Vaisey," she breathed, not moving away when they parted from the kiss. "You're the Devil in disguise come to tempt innocent women into indiscretions."