Good god! Why was he doing this to her? Was he hoping to torture her? What on earth did a girl have to do to get a good dicking around here?
Narrowing her eyes at the napkin-- in part due to the continued delay its message presented, in part on account of its excessively (and increasingly) blurry nature-- Daphne took another long sip of her Manhattan before turning her attention back to this absolute tease of a man.
I wasn't aware this sort of thing needed to be discussed... you sure you don't want to just skip the formalities and stick your dick in me instead? :)
Folding it up into the shape of a paper airplane, she slowly let it float back over to him, Daphne offering a shrug alongside its message. What could she say? She was a woman of few wants-- but of those, she knew exactly what she wanted. Hell, even now she had half the mind to just grab him by the collar and drag him somewhere at least semi-private.