Post by Bee on Aug 6, 2010 13:47:29 GMT -5
Helena looked at her blankly for a moment, then curiously. Saethre was either the most distressingly literal-minded person on earth (people incapable of understanding innuendo apparently existed, as weird as it was for her to process; she had never run into one, as such) or had never heard of a table dance, or both, and both of these ideas made Helena very sad indeed. To give and to receive were excellent activities, and she had passed many a would-be dull hour entertaining herself and others thusly. Did Sae live under a rock?
"Sae," she said, with a little tilt of the head. "It's called a table dance because a person dances on the table, not because the table dances." There we go; the basic concept was easy enough to assimilate! ...Hopefully. "All sexy-like, you know?" She shimmied a little bit in her chair demonstratively. "...You know?"
"Sae," she said, with a little tilt of the head. "It's called a table dance because a person dances on the table, not because the table dances." There we go; the basic concept was easy enough to assimilate! ...Hopefully. "All sexy-like, you know?" She shimmied a little bit in her chair demonstratively. "...You know?"
