"Another drink, Monsieur!" She waived her glass in the air. It’d been a long day, another spent in and out of the office while her beloved does his duty. Such an important man. Such a charming, handsome, powerful man he is. It’s just such a shame he keeps himself cooped up like some sort of caged bird behind all that paperwork. Maybe he can’t help himself, so dedicated to the city. Who’s to say? Certainly not her.
"I don’t mean t’ offend madam, but yer’ glass is still quite full. Or would you like me to gather another drink entirely fer’ y’?" This handsome devil has been waiting on her hand and foot since she arrived. Maybe he was drawn to her, maybe he was fishing for a big tip. Whatever it was, he certainly was polite about it, and not bad looking either.
"Ah, so it is. My apologies Monsieur, I think I’ve had a bit much." She hadn’t, but maybe if she says that the flush in her cheeks will look more natural. "Of course, madam. Would y’ like me t’ arrange transport back to yer’ home?" He made a little polite gesture, motioning to the door at the far end of the lounge.
"Oh my, such a gentleman. Maybe you could escort me." She giggled behind her hand, watching his reaction. Perfect and prudent, he only lets himself a little smile. "I’m sorry madam. I’m afraid that doesn’t fall under my duties. It’d be quite improper t’ do that."
"I’m sure it would." A little giggle. A little sip. Trying to create more reasons to call him over.
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