Andi could only dream that she could be so graceful, so sensual, so smooth.  Sally seemed so effortless there, her very movements musical.  It hooked Andi somewhere deep inside her as she remembered the first time she had fallen for another woman, a private part of her life she normally kept under clear control.  The loss of her own composure was only made more embarrassing by Jim's comment, particularly because of its truth.  There was something different about the atmosphere here, something she never would have expected to find at a poker table, a place where normally her mind ruled over her emotions.<br/><br/>She swivels her chair back around, not wanting to respond to Jim, and moves her hands through the practices motions of riffling a stack of chips.  It is a calming motion for her, so practiced and smooth, her head down and her baseball cap covering her eyes (though somehow it felt that Lucan was watching her).  It also helped her resist the temptation to look at Sally, for her eyes to be drawn to those points shadowed on her chest - a weakness of Andi's own preferences and why she keeps her own so covered.