L O S T
The smoke which had begun to fill the booth began to have an adverse effect on the girl.
She stifled a series of coughs before they could truly make themselves known, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her in further turmoil, and wrinkled her nose to the disgusting smell. It was oppressive, it felt as though it was doing just as good a job at keeping her pressed into her corner as the mans gaze, as his body did stood over the edge of the table. Her throat was scratchy, a loud reminder of the fact that she hadn't had anything to drink in several hours, and even her stomach was about ready to protest.
Not that it mattered, there wasn't anything to be done about either.
The question came seemingly out of nowhere, catching her off guard. She stared at him, not quite believing that so casual a thing could come from his lips, yet just as swiftly he put her position back into perspective. This wasn't just some filler conversation, he expected an answer.
She had half a mind not to tell him, but something told her she'd rue the decision.
"Work," she said, pretty plainly, reluctance dripping from her tone, "I'm here for a meeting."
One she was, no doubt, very late to at this point.
[member="The Slave"]
She stifled a series of coughs before they could truly make themselves known, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her in further turmoil, and wrinkled her nose to the disgusting smell. It was oppressive, it felt as though it was doing just as good a job at keeping her pressed into her corner as the mans gaze, as his body did stood over the edge of the table. Her throat was scratchy, a loud reminder of the fact that she hadn't had anything to drink in several hours, and even her stomach was about ready to protest.
Not that it mattered, there wasn't anything to be done about either.
The question came seemingly out of nowhere, catching her off guard. She stared at him, not quite believing that so casual a thing could come from his lips, yet just as swiftly he put her position back into perspective. This wasn't just some filler conversation, he expected an answer.
She had half a mind not to tell him, but something told her she'd rue the decision.
"Work," she said, pretty plainly, reluctance dripping from her tone, "I'm here for a meeting."
One she was, no doubt, very late to at this point.
[member="The Slave"]