Rave crouched in the doorway of the westwind, leaning forwards a little so that her pentacle swung out of her cleavage and her cleavage threatened to swing out of it's confinement.  She winked at Aryl and purred, "Well, I don't normally get this cozy on the first date, sweety, but if we're going to do a thing, we'd best do it right."<br/><br/>She wriggled in across Aryl's lap, one arm going over his shoulders, the other facing the windshield and free too tug the door in a signal to close itself.  Her calves lay alongside Aryl's just beside the door.