<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/melody%20sweets_zpsa6dw1xuc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Levitz<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Embarkation Agent<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 2 | 9:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Grand Foyer<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Purple Polka Dot Dress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nicholas<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Getting Felt Up<hr/><br/>Sarah gasped in both surprise and ecstasy when Nicholas's hand found its way up her dress to her now very moist panties. And again when he guided her own hand right onto his fully erect cock. This was certainly not what she was expecting when she headed onto the dance floor this evening.<br/><br/>But maybe it was exactly what she wanted. Or needed.<br/><br/>At any rate, while she may have been taken aback by her dance partner's aggressiveness, Sarah was certainly not doing anything to remove his hands from her private areas. Or to remove her hands from his for that matter. Quite the opposite, she was taking its full measure in slow and deliberate strokes. And she possessed fairly little in the way of a poker face, so it was clear that while she had not been expecting his actions, she was in fact enjoying them. She even became a bit more aggressive herself, moving her kisses from Nicholas's mouth to his ears and the nape of his neck. The one hand that wasn't occupied with his staff roamed his chest and back, venturing to squeeze his ass more than once. "I can't lie. I like it. I really like it. Long live discovery," she murmured, half in answer, but also half to herself.