Anne leans back, taking her eyes off Gwenevire's face to look over her body briefly before looking down at her own food.  Her voice remains low.  "I'm sure with all your father has been trying to do, it must be hard to even think about getting close to a man."  Her voice lightens a bit, but is still serious. "What you need is a good, fun, no-strings-attached fling.  Nobody that your father would consider a suitor, but maybe someone you know and feel comfortable with rather than just someone random in Shadow.  Treat it like a game. Just a night of fun."  Anne can feel the tension building in herself, her heartbeat sped up, wondering if Gwenevire is so shyly unsocialized that she might not see the offer.  She resists the temptation to glance down at herself to see if she's showing any other visible signs of her own, and instead looks up slowly to meet Gwenevire's eyes, her expression soft and a bit vulnerable.