Cassiopeia’s very direct question about sex should not have surprised him so much.  But it did, to the point of leaving him speechless for a few seconds.  Quickly regaining his composure, not to mention the ability to vocalize, Orion laughed and said, “Just like that, Highness?  Shall we throw down somewhere here in the gardens?  Find a secluded spot, perhaps.  Though it would be a damn shame to soil that beautiful dress of yours.”<br/><br/>The Prince would be a lying bastard if he wasn’t intrigued (read: tempted!) by her generous offer.  Her physical attributes were a joy to behold, and that was with clothes on!  Skin-on-skin would be beyond delightful.  He then tried to remember the last time . . . never mind!<br/><br/>Back from his depraved thoughts, Orion inquired, “A question or two, if I may, Cassiopeia.  Would this be like a “test drive,” a sort of “kicking the tires,” so to speak?”  He eyed her as she sipped from her flask.  “I’m not so sure this is such a good idea, because I am not at all confident in it being kept a secret.”  He leaned in to whisper to her, “Too many busy-bodies around here.”<br/><br/>Absinthe in full bloom on his breath, Orion stepped forward.  Left arm around her waist, he pulled her toward him, holding her tightly, already enjoying her full breasts pressed against him.  The Prince kissed her deeply, eager to taste what might be in her flask.  In the meantime, his right hand conveniently found its way to her ass.