She tilted her head back till the edges of her curls rested on her hips. Her eyes gleamed with the knowledge she had obtained as her lips formed a sardonic smile. She ran her fingertips along the lines of her palm and lets out a sigh.
"It seems, that you are too late."
"Too late for?"
"To corrupt me."
With a flick of her wrist, she showed him the marks of pleasure she had obtained. Show him the differences in patterns, the accumulation of exposure.
"Aren't you glad?"
"Why should I?"
Her smile took on the shape of pleasure as her fingers reached forward and slipped between his.
"Your excuse is void now."