10-03-2013, 04:53 AM
Jon sat with his drink in hand as he watched the spectacle of Jaxen and Oriena intertwining about the stage. Great Spirit, the man could dance. And, as Jon had suspected, Oriena seemed a more than willing partner. He'd had a feeling she'd enjoy herself -- who wouldn't when led into poses that sculpted the innate beauty of the human form? Or at least that looked like what was going on.
The dance had ended, Jaxen's lips scraping her neck, and -- oh, how interesting -- a tug at his waist to pull his thighs in toward hers. Such a subtle move but so blatant at the same time. Jon wondered whether he should go settle his tab and leave the two alone.
He glanced down at the tumbler in his hand. Well, he could at least finish this drink first.
The dance had ended, Jaxen's lips scraping her neck, and -- oh, how interesting -- a tug at his waist to pull his thighs in toward hers. Such a subtle move but so blatant at the same time. Jon wondered whether he should go settle his tab and leave the two alone.
He glanced down at the tumbler in his hand. Well, he could at least finish this drink first.