"You know." She hums again, and there's a glint in her eye as her gaze trails back from the toy beneath the bar to the shine on Erin's skin. A smirk pulls at her lips, the sharp edges of teeth flashing as she talks, all slow and predatory. The Hunter that knows her prey is in her grasp and going nowhere. "Most sluts I've railed in bars don't come so prepared. Maybe I could've just bent you over the bar. Bet you wouldn't even've noticed someone catching us, once I was giving you what you wanted."

She undoes the buttons of her summery cardigan one by one. All that's underneath is a strappy black bralette.