"You know," Kami drawled, toying with the cap on her bottle and giving him a sly look out the corner of her eye, "Can they even tell the difference sometimes when you're up?" Before Mirza could react to the clearly filthy innuendo or her quick glance downwards to drive the point home, Kami giggled and squirmed in her seat beside him. Coming to a rest again, she faced him with one leg tucked up beneath her, knee pressing gentle into his hip, and she propped her elbow on the back of the couch so she could better lean her head against the upraised hand. "Is the pole hard to work?" she asked.
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