Latte gnawed her lip, watching as Anon shrugged and slowly raised the cup to his lips. She rubbed her thighs together, the subtle dampness from her own excitement noticeable to her now, as she eagerly awaited her friend to take a swig. Her mind raced, inspecting him, the cup, and the patrons in her shop. It was so arousing to her, knowing he was swigging down her delicious delicacy unknowingly, with all these ponies around.