<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/MyXF7VZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026944#msg16026944)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Black jacket</del>, Black top, Belt, Jeans,<del>Sneakers</del><br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone outside<br/><hr/><br/>Miss Mantis. As words sometimes do, the phrase burrowed its way inside of Emma's intoxicated mind and she found her inner voice repeating the words over and over. Miss Mantis. Kind of sounded like a superhero. Emma's posture straightened and her chin turned upward thoughtfully. Her eyes glittered. Yeah, a superhero. The brunette nodded to herself, a slowly spreading pleased grin announcing that she had just formulated an idea.<br/><br/>"<strong>You know...</strong>" Emma let her voice drop an octave into something that sounded more sultry. It always seemed sexy in movies so Emma rolled with it. Her hips gently wiggled from side to side for no other reason than she always subconsciously did that when talking this way. Her finger landed on Jonathan's abs and snaked its way upward across his shirt until Emma found a spot she liked around his ribs to place her hand flat against him for support. There weren't going to be any repeats of what happened when she went to nudge Rose. Probably. Truth be told, Emma's balance wasn't the best at the moment.<br/><br/>"<strong>Maybe...I...should...</strong>" Emma lowered her face toward Jonathan's neck with each word, her voice growing softer as she neared. Her brown hair fell across his shoulder when she turned her head, lips aimed for a spot just below his ear. "<strong>Take...just...a...little...</strong>" Each softly spoken word spread the heat of her breath across Jonathan's skin until her lips hovered tantalizingly close to making contact. "<strong>...nibble...</strong>"<br/><br/>Emma let the whispered word linger -- let Jonathan bask in the anticipation of what was to come. Then, as if doing her best vampire impersonation, Emma struck, her teeth biting into the muscle she had picked out along Jonathan's neck. It was more of a teasing nibble, perhaps slightly unpleasant but nowhere near hard enough to break the skin or leave a bruise. All Emma would have left behind was an imprint of her teeth that would fade in few minutes and a barely noticeable hint of pink from her lipstick.<br/><br/>With her mantis deed done, Emma swiftly pulled away from any retaliation. Immediately, she broke down into a hysterical, full-body giggle fit. Apparently she thought herself to be the world's most clever prankster.<br/><br/>It took nearly tipping over backwards from laughter for Emma to come back to her senses. Just in time for some sage shoe advice. Emma wasn't one of those girls with a closet full of shoes in case the footwear she had chosen for tonight wasn't enough of an indication. If she had the money though, she absolutely would be. That basically made her an expert.<br/><br/>"<strong>Two tips: rub a little vaseline on your feet and always buy leather.</strong>" Glossy and slippery skin might not have been ideal at this kind of party, though. Or maybe it was. Some people were into that kind of action and Emma wasn't one to judge. She shrugged off the thought and added, "<strong>But yeah, they look good on you.</strong>"<br/><br/>Emma couldn't help but let her eyes linger. Her eyes narrowed, trying to visually measure Rose and guess if her own feet could slip into those sandals. They had to come back and get dressed after each bedroom session, right? And oh, whoops, I accidentally put on your sandals. That sounded like a believable Drunk Emma thing to do. And playing mix and match with each other's clothes would probably be a celebrated bit of wackiness for this crowd.<br/><br/>That same grin from before she bit Jonathan started to form again.