<span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>“Thank you,” Samantha says, as she slips into the passenger seat, the mere act of sitting causing her dress to hike upto her thighs. Still less than she reveals at work, but the skin here is bare and smooth, practically inviting kisses…<br/><br/>“YingYang,” Samantha nods. “Excellent choice,” she smiles. “Stylish, hip, catering to a variety of tastes.” She pauses, studying you. “You aren’t<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>underdressed,” she acknowledges, “and I’m not quite<span style="font-style: italic">over</span>dressed. But that’s okay,” she grins, “the older I get the more I find myself enjoying being a young man’s eyecandy. Or<span style="font-style: italic">arm</span>candy, in this case. The hunt-” by which you take her to mean something physical and vigorous, not metaphorical and sexy “-is for younger women. I like my meals delivered,” she purrs, and runs a fingertip up your arm as she twists in her seat to face you, cleavage flashing - and hemline hiking yet further - as she does. “Or to<span style="font-style: italic">come</span>of their own accord.”<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha casual seduction attack vs. Jules… result 5, 6, success catagory 4 once again erased Jules’s single Sexual HP…</span>Samantha has flustered Jules… he’s unable to use ‘Reasoned Discussion’ until the end of the meal…<br/><br/>“You need to watch the road<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>of the time Jules,” she teases, as he helplessly admires her gorgeous body...