I’m sorry I was late, I saw a sleek seduction as I was drinking up.
He talked of manual work and made it rather clear that he was very fit.
She watched him with sly eyes, changing tales to meet his ‘simple’ expectations.
She played along the bar, was lounging to his class, her elegance denied.
That’s when I had to leave: so I doubt I’ll ever know if seduction met success.
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