Trish's breath catches in her throat as the woman's tongue teases at the corner of her lips, and she furrows her brow at the woman's teasing.<br/><br/>"So, you want me to suggest something<em>fun,</em>but I'm not allowed to touch you or kiss you back?" The courier asks, trying to think clearly through the haze of pheromones and, at this point, quite organic desire. "It's a shame, 'cause while I was suggesting you let me take you out on a date, my mind is filled with a desire to suck and lick those chocolate-flavored breasts of yours right about now... or to feel that tongue of yours on my neck, if that was out of the question..."