<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fcbZu04.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Chloe Andersen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025956#msg16025956)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Johnathan's table, one of the white plus chairs.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leopard-print lightweight jacket, tan short sleeve T-shirt, hip-hugging distressed jeans, belt, black laced matching bra and underwear,<del>boots, and socks</del>,<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: none<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Emma, Johnathan, Arthur, Open<br/><hr/>Chloe sighed softly to herself as two pairs of masculine hands kneaded the muscles of her calves and shoulders.  It was blissfully relaxing, and she just simply closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment.<br/><br/>She smiled whimsically when Arthur said he was good at other things.  Perhaps the evening would provide an opportunity for him to demonstrate what else he thought he was good with.  Through eyelash veiled eyes she watched Johnathan praise her legs and massage her muscles. Wrapping those legs, which he seemed to adore so much, around him would undoubtedly prove to be a pleasant, heart-pounding, and invigorating experience.  He always had been a great dance partner.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure how many seconds - or was it minutes? - passed before the question was raised about when they should stop.  She shrugged slightly.<strong>"I'd say foooorevvver..."</strong>she purred.<strong>"But if your hands are already cramping you can quit whenever you want,"</strong>there was a bit of a challenge to her voice, but she sincerely wished for Johnathan and Arthur to do what they wanted.<br/><br/>Johnathan was the first to quit.  He seemed to prefer his job as a chair to that of a masseuse.  She decided that it was probably best for all concerned to move on to the next hand, or whatever else the night decided to bring next.  Her hands slipped back into the sleeves of her jacket and pulled it up her arms.  Then she raised her hand to Arthur's, who still plied the soft flesh of her neck.  With a gentle touch she beckoned him to stop.<strong>"After that, I think I need a drink,"</strong>she spoke softly and warmly.<strong>"Besides, I'm kind of curious to see who all is naked at the other table."</strong>She turned her face toward him, blue eyes studied his for a long moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Wanna come with?"</strong>