Cassiopeia stood when Orion did, watching as he caught the ball with ease. She felt him press against her from behind, and smiled to herself. Just as she planned. He smelled of horses and something else that was delightfully masculine. She could breathe in his smell all day.<br/><br/>She had no problem letting him manipulate her body, and knew he enjoyed the sight of her breasts wiggling and jiggling around. The fact he was still talking was a suprise to her, that he wasn't completely distracted was a shame.<br/><br/>Cassiopeia sighs as he actually moves away from her, expecting her to throw the ball to him. How horrid. She hadn't even paid him any attention, so she gives a half-hearted throw that wobbles and gives a feeble rotation before starting to nosedive before it reached the prince. "Maybe you could show me again?"