<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EV2U0W4.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>:  Lance, Emma, Johnathan, Arthur, Open<br/><hr/>Chloe eyed Arthur expectantly as he made his way around her chair.  A warm friendly and inviting smile beamed at him.  The blonde shrugged and glanced over to Emma in an attempt to get a read on the woman.  Despite Emma's comments earlier about being with a woman, it seemed fairly obvious to Chloe that Emma wasn't interested.<br/><br/>Her suspicions were quickly confirmed when Emma simply kicked off her shoes.  Chloe gave the brunette an apologetic look.  She felt a bit bad.  She hadn't meant to monopolize all the attention.  Well, actually she had.  She just hadn't meant to leave Emma out of it.<br/><br/>Any remorse she had was temporary, and quickly forgotten as Arthur pulled her hair away from her neck.  A giddy excitement raced down her spine at his touch and her heart began to beat a skip quicker.  The warmth of his hands spread from the base of her neck to the base of her skull.  His thumbs were firm, yet gentle.  When his index fingers slipped under her jacket and shirt she didn't complain.  In fact, she would've been a bit disappointed if he hadn't been a little naughty.  Feeling like she had too many layers between his hands and her skin, she wiggled out of her jacket and allowed it to fall down to her elbows.  A moment later she slipped her hands from the sleeves.<br/><br/><strong>"I always imagined you were good with your hands,"</strong>she murmured back to him.<br/><br/>Blue eyes watched as Johnathan untangled himself from Emma and made his way over.  It was Emma's challenge, after all.  Not Johnathan's.  What if he needed to use the restroom, or get a drink, or his leg fell asleep?  Chloe couldn't even remember if he'd given consent - well any more than any other hot-blooded man would with a sexy as hell woman climbing onto him.<br/><br/>A simple yet seductive smile was given to Johnathan as he knelt before her.  It was kind of sweet.  The way he took initiative.  She was a bit embarrassed of her feet.  Not that they were hideous.  They were dancer's feet, though.  Bruised and battered with scars and callouses no amount of time soaked in hot water could soften.  Like every other dancer, she took extra care of her feet, but how much could she do after she literally danced until her feet bled.<br/><br/>It was sweet and enduring as he rubbed her right foot.  As brief as it was, she found herself liking him all the more.  His hand moved to her calf muscles and she sighed audibly from the joint feel of both men's hands on her.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm, I'll take that as a compliment,"</strong>she responded to Johnathan's comment about her legs. Then, feeling a bit frisky, she ran her hand through his hair gently before mussing it roughly.