Excuse yourself to the bathroom and send David a provocative photo showing you using your new nails to frame a open up your pretty little pussy. Then return for dessert and slowly wank his cock under the table.

You rise from the table with practiced grace, your new stiletto nails tapping lightly against your wineglass. "I need to freshen up before dessert," you announce, making deliberate eye contact with David.

The women's restroom is mercifully empty—sleek marble counters gleaming under soft lighting. You slip into the largest stall, locking the door with a decisive click. Your emerald bikini bottoms slide down your thighs with minimal fumbling despite your new talons. You position yourself against the wall, angling your phone with one hand while the other frames your exposed pussy. The contrast of your wicked green nails against your delicate flesh creates an image that's both dangerous and inviting.

You snap several photos, examining them critically before selecting the most provocative—your nails spread in a V-shape, perfectly framing your glistening center. The message you type is simple: "My new nails are so long... help me test them out later?"

Hearing someone enter the restroom, you quickly pull up your bottoms and exit the stall, washing your hands with practiced casualness. Your phone buzzes immediately with David's reply: "Jesus Christ, Mia. Can't wait."

When you return to the table, your cheeks are flushed with excitement. The waiter has just delivered a decadent chocolate lava cake surrounded by four spoons. Clara and Ryan are deep in conversation, their heads tilted intimately toward one another.

"Everything okay?" David asks, his voice rough with barely contained desire. "You were gone a while."

"Perfect," you purr, sliding closer to him. "Just wanted to make sure you approved of my...manicure."

Under the crisp white tablecloth, your hand finds his thigh, tracing teasing patterns upward with your pointed nails. He tenses, shooting you a warning look that's half desire, half panic. The tablecloth provides decent coverage, and Clara and Ryan are completely distracted by each other.

With deliberate slowness, you reach his zipper. Your new nails make this more challenging, but the difficulty only heightens your determination. You manage to work the zipper down carefully, fingers slipping inside to find him already half-hard.

"Mia," he whispers, voice strained as he pretends to focus on the dessert. "We're in public."

"Then be discreet," you whisper back, wrapping your hand around him. The sharp points of your nails rest dangerously against his sensitive skin, not pressing hard enough to hurt, but present enough to add a thrilling edge of danger.

You begin stroking slowly, your movements hidden beneath the tablecloth. David lifts his dessert spoon with a slightly trembling hand, making a show of enjoying the chocolate cake while his jaw clenches with the effort of maintaining composure.

"This is delicious," Clara enthuses from across the table, completely oblivious. "You have to try it, Mia."

"In a minute," you reply, feeling David grow fully erect in your hand. "I'm savoring the anticipation."

David chokes slightly on his water, covering it with a cough. Your pace increases, the wicked points of your nails occasionally grazing him just enough to make him twitch. His breathing grows more ragged, his knuckles whitening around his dessert fork.

"God," he mutters under his breath, his hips shifting imperceptibly toward your touch. "You're evil."

You feel a heady power in wielding both your transformed body and your dangerous new accessories. Every stroke brings him closer to the edge in this most inappropriate of settings.

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