Petra's bluster was certainly adorable, Gwen thought to herself.<em>Matches the rest of her.</em>“I won't deny you have a tight ass, little one,” she said quietly. “But don't go lying to<em>me</em>about what happened. Maybe that'll work inside your crazy little head, or talking to your goddamned therapist, but don't think I'll forget how it began. Even Xavier couldn't make me forget that little anecdote.” It probably wasn't true, but hyperbole was the name of the game. “I'll have you know that age had nothing to do with what happened, either... but I won't deny the benefit. Now, then...”<br/>Gwen pushed off the wall with her shoulderblades and advanced slowly on Petra. She wasn't voluptuous, but any female mercenary worth her salt knew how to hip-sway like a stripper when the situation (or client) called for it. As her hips were always her best feature, all her clothing tended to hug it, accentuating it for all that might be interested. The navy blue dress was no exception. Stopping just short of Petra, she bent down over the smaller woman and almost whispered, “...how do you want to play this?”