DEFINETELY deliberate

When she leaned back from hugging the dog, she fell back on her rump, tossing her skirt in the air for a moment to show off her assessts. I quickly put down my plate and rush over to her to help her to her feet. She's laughing prettily and blushing slightly, apologizing to the technician while holding onto my arm as though it were a buoy holding her up. I helped her away from the scene to sit down and frowned slightly as she limped. I didn't object, since it meant she was leaning more of her weight on me and rubbing her delightful breasts against my arm. She whispered softly into my ear, "I think I twisted my ankle..." I shiver slightly at the feel of her hot breath against my skin.

I lead her towards a nearby bench, but she shakes her head and bites her lip in discomfort. "I think I'll have to get changed anyway. Could you help me back to my trailer, please?" Something in the way that she speaks adds on the phrase 'I'll make it worth your while.' Mind you, just getting into Emma's trailer alone would make ANYTHING worthwhile.