Cameron took the cup from the woman. Half-undressed, in just her boots, brassiere, and trousers, she smiled up to the retreating saloon girl, giving her a little wink before she left. When it came down to it, she couldn't help herself. Birds flew, fish swam, Cameron flirted.<br/><br/>A small, steaming sip of the tea passed through her lips and Cameron, ever the tea connoisseur, paused for a moment to pass judgement. Light bodied with a hint of natural sweetness to it, she rolled the rose liquid around her tongue, deeming it acceptable just before that cooling sensation hit. She gave a little shiver, smiling as a cool touch not entirely unlike mint tickled her tongue, the inside of her mouth giving a bit of a tingle.<br/><br/>She placed the saucer and cup down gently on the end table, pleasantly surprised by the beverage when she turned back, expecting questions. As it stood, she was even more pleasantly surprised by the sight of the Lady Guinevera free of her petticoat, closing the distance between them in pursuit of a kiss. Happy to oblige, Cameron's hand found madame Starr's hip, her fingers lightly tracing that woman's smooth skin for the first time, that electricity that jumped in her heart each and every time she touched a woman buzzing to life as her eyes fluttered closed. Her lips met Guinevera's, soft at first then with increasing insistence and pressure, her lips parting as the tip of her small pink tongue snaked out, sly as it traced the other woman's lips.