[If they were in a cafe or somewhere else that made foodplay a remote possibility, she'd mention that as a "no". But they aren't, so she doesn't. At his searching glance, Lys scoots over to clear stacks of folded spa towels from the long bench across from her.]
Though, uh, I don't know if a lapdance would be "sexy" enough. [The implication here being that it's because Lys would be the one performing it. She's been made painfully aware of how she's not to everyone's taste: taller than him, with small breasts, muscled and sinewy.] If it doesn't check off the square, I can go down on you?
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[If they were in a cafe or somewhere else that made foodplay a remote possibility, she'd mention that as a "no". But they aren't, so she doesn't. At his searching glance, Lys scoots over to clear stacks of folded spa towels from the long bench across from her.]
Though, uh, I don't know if a lapdance would be "sexy" enough. [The implication here being that it's because Lys would be the one performing it. She's been made painfully aware of how she's not to everyone's taste: taller than him, with small breasts, muscled and sinewy.] If it doesn't check off the square, I can go down on you?