"Alright, I made a mistake with scheduling pickup, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure I looked good." Emma pouts, making sure to cross her arms to squeeze her breasts together for him. She watched approvingly as he sipped on the whiskey. It was a start, now to just keep his glass full.<br/><br/>He mentioned conversation skills and how boring the event would be. That was true... And he begged to skip it in favor of playtime. Hmm, that would work too. "I suppose we can make a hefty donation tomorrow and pass off your absence as an illness." Emma quickly started tapping out notes on her phone.<br/><br/>"My place is an option too. Or do you have good toys?" She would rather be on her home turf, but she could make do with anything. Honestly, it might be more embarrassing for him if it happened in his own home, especially with him still well aware of what was happening.