<strong>Name:</strong>Richard Simon - 28<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forbidden Fruit<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Emily<br/><br/>Richard was entranced, watching every movement Emily made as she secured the money that had been given to her. He raised his brows at her 'description' of the club but nodded his agreement. That was certainly clear to see, just by looking around at the establishment. He could see a few suspect actions going on in some of the darker areas, but given what he had done with Emily down on the beach it didn't really come as a shock to him. Brothel didn't quite fit either and he was glad his girlfriend had decided to go to bed early and not come down to the club. He didn't think she'd approve at all.<br/><br/>He shook his head. "Jetlag, or something." He responds, shrugging his shoulders, before letting his eyes follow the length of her body, trailing over every curve. He couldn't help but reach out and trace his finger lightly along her curves, starting on her ribs, following it down and then up over her hip, lifting his hand from her before he brushed it over her rear. "I'm starting to get that impression." He murmurs back, leaning in a little closer so that their conversation was a little more intimate. "I, uh, hm." He trails off, at a loss for words.