Why was she not currently jumping this fine man? What exactly was holding her back was unclear (she supposed, vaguely, it had something to do with class and first impressions), but at this moment that all seemed rather unimportant and daft to be passing up ending the night with Orion. A much better end to her night than how it had started-- in fact, this small exchange had almost made her completely forget about her abysmal settings.
She should really be happy with that, plus the promise of meeting him again. That would have to be enough, for now, no matter how much she very much wanted to tear at the front of his clothes to see just how undoubtably rough the rest of his body, like his hands, was.
Dear Merlin, it was obvious she hadn't slept with anyone in a while, wasn't it?
"Let's hope you clear through," Mira purred, pushing all her thoughts aside to slip the piece of parchment between her fingers. His brush sent a small, but quick, spark through her skin, but in the most pleasant of ways. To not become too distracted, she tucked his information into the front. If he just so happen to have been flashed a bit of skin, then so be it; accidents as such happen all the time.
Her parting smile was smug, and with the shortest of goodbyes, Mira turned without a second glance to head back into the party to find her sister. There was much to discuss.
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