<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce - Chez Antoinette | Finishing Lunch with Matilda (And Then Some)</strong></div><br/>As Matilda took a sip of her water, Shawn did the same with his juice finishing up what was left of it and giving it to the waiter with a nod as the table was cleaned and the two were left alone. Check on the table, Shawn was about to pick it up when Matilda began to slowly prod him with curiosity. A trait Shawn held rather high, something he tended to encourage in others no matter the situation. “I want what you are comfortable with,” Was his first response (admittedly a bit pre-programmed at this moment) however when he felt her toe touching the outside of his leg. The was keeping him at just the right distance, making sure to show interest and keep interests all the same but, at the same time, playing slightly coy.<br/><br/>Seeing her move forward, Shawn did the same. His breath having a hint of sugar and citrus from the drink; a pleasant aroma but not over powering... and as he moved closer, her eyes looked a brighter blue than he’d ever seen and her mouth, the way she licked at her lips, he wanted to kiss her but he knew so much better. “However, if I had my way,” It was now that Shawn grinned slightly, his hand moving stealthily along the table and reached up to allow the tip of his finger a gentle graz along the bottom of her chin. “You are bare, your hands would be bound above your head, perhaps with cuffs or the more comfortable satin rope, and eyes covered by a piece of cloth that not only accented your skin but brought out the brightness of your hair; perhaps a purple or dark blue of equal cloth softness. Your body would be held in a place of your comfort but,” He paused for a brief moment as he thought of exactly the perfect way he wanted to ultimately see cute little Tilly, at least as of now and he was certainly beginning to excite himself as he did so. “But would be showing the way you curve, the way your body accents itself perfectly. Lighting would accent the special way you sparkle; showcasing the light I see within you.” Again he brushed her chin but then he pulled back and sat himself up firmly, “However I am no artist and expect those with an eye for their art would do my ideal and your beauty far greater justice.”