"Good girl," Aphrodite purred, her voice like melted butter. She stood, draining the last of her champagne, and held out her hand for Michele to take. Without waiting to ask permission or check what she was doing was okay, she led the younger girl out of the club and onto the street.
She could wait no longer. Pulling Michele into a small gap between two buildings, she gently pushed her up against the wall, pressing their bodies together from their hips up to their chests.
"I'm going to kiss you now," she murmured. But first, she nuzzled the girl's cheek, breathing softly over her ear. Then she leaned back, looking into Michele's face.