<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside, front room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gregg, Hannah<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><br/>Gilda’s lips and tongue were ready and willing to wetten the already-oh-so-moist-looking brownie...and give the same treatment to some length of Hannah’s fingers in the process. Her lips were smooth plump, her tongue agile and firm, with just a bit of roughness to it.<br/><br/>“Ohh, those are sweet and spicy,” Gilda enjoyed the flavors, “All blended with notes of a certain lovely something.” Perhaps those nice notes were the taste of Hannah’s fingers themselves, Gilda reflected. She ingested the sweet, her swanlike neck making visible contractions of swallowing.<br/><br/>“Ahhh…only fair to return the favor.” She reached into the goodie bag, plucked up a brownie and lifted it towards Hannah, “This one seems bite size....depends on how much you like in your mouth at once. And depending on that, perhaps one of us can show the other a thing or two later…” she gave an innocent one-shoulder shrug and flicked her eyes to Gregg.<br/><br/>Her fingers were hovering at Hannah’s lips with the brownie, at the moment Gilda became aware of the professor’s arrival. She turned her head. She blushed a bit, not unaware of how she looked at this moment.<br/><br/>In her distraction, Gilda dropped the brownie into Hannah’s cleavage. “Oops,” Gilda whispered - her voice not sounding sorry in the least. It was a moment in that Freudian space between conscious and unconscious, deliberate and accidental. Gilda reached down and fished it out, her index finger momentarily sliding in a pointed way down into the nice snug valley, then back out. Gilda’s eyes twinkled as she caught Hannah’s gaze, and Gregg’s, during that little motion, and after, whence she properly fed the brownie to Hannah. She whispered, “I insist on giving as good as I got.”<br/><br/>Gilda gave one last up and down glance to her new friend, wondering how best to convey, preferably sometime soon, that the girl’s Daisy Duke style getup happened to be a particular weakness of hers. Maybe beam the perfect song or video clip over to Hannah's phone at the next opportunity. Something involving a lasso or saddle? Hmm, possibilities…<em>yee-f’in-haw.</em><br/><br/>For now, Gilda simply rose from the chaise lounge, and turned, her jean-hugged rear bobbing past the eyes of the two she’d been sitting with. Gilda followed the professor into the living room, and took a nice seat on a long couch near the fire. She let her uggs slip off and curled her feet up to get them nice and toasty. “Ahhhhhh. Not too cold anymore, and not too hot. Juuust right.”<br/>