Order.

You overhear Yasmine get a bowl of some kind of soup as well as a glass of water. When the waiter comes to you, he takes your menu and you begin to tell him the food you have in mind. Something that sounds tasty, but isn't too expensive, is what you're looking for.

"The pork chops, and the side salad. A glass of water too, please," you say.

"Of course, sir. It'll be with you soon."

You watch as the waiter makes his way down the aisle. Now you look idly back to Yasmine. You wonder why she came here alone, but then it hits you that you're doing the exact same thing. Maybe she just needed some time to relax. It's understandable. You try no to ogle to much but you watch her jump in her seat.

She flinches and presses her skirt against her thighs. Slowly you see colour come to her face.

That's when you notice a tall mysterious figure make her way between the booths. She has black boots up to her knees, and an incredibly tight and seemingly thin pair of pants. You can just make out the outline of a rather small pair of undergarments beneath them. Above her dark grey pants is a white blouse tied up to show her stomach, with enough buttons undone to show a bit too much of her C cup cleavage. Several pouches line her belt as well as two daggers sheathed in scabbards. Long blond hair curls down and even partly over her chest.

She seems to also have some fancy accessories. More than one necklace dangles around her neck and a few of her fingers have rings. Both of her ears are pierces with fancy golden rings.

In her fingers she plays with the red ball though now it seems to be giving off a soft red light.

She sits down the booth ahead of Yasmine and puts her boots up onto the table. She casually tilts her head, shooting a glance over to the short librarian sitting alone and still fidgeting in place. You see a smirk draw across the new woman's face.

The pale girl struggled in her seat, flustered, for a bit longer before she perks up at the teasing moan from the woman behind her. The stranger speaks up.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" she purrs. "You're a very naughty girl to be having one of these."

She displays the orb between her fingers and Yasmine widens her eyes. Her face turns bright crimson.

"H-How'd you--"

"I found it, dear. You should be more careful if you're going to do something like this in public."

"Please s-stop talking so loud. Someone's going to h-hear you."

"Hear me say what?" she teases, still speaking at a normal volume. "That you brought a toy to a restaurant?"

"Shh! Please!"

The woman smiles coyly. "You're in no position to make demands. Maybe I won't give this back then. If I remember right, I've seen this before... Yes. It's bound magically to your naughty bits. I forgot how long the range is but I could always follow you--forever. Maybe it'll run out of magic juice and you'll be fine. Or maybe you'll be vibrating forever. Mmm."

"P-Please give it back," Yasmine pleads.

She looks briefly to you, absolutely humiliated, and then back to her as she clutches herself between her legs. She quivers, pressing her thighs tightly together as she's teased. By what you understand, this orb turned on is vibrating Yasmine's pussy, and now she wants it back before she really embarrasses herself--loudly.

"Say pretty please with sugar on top."

"P-P--..." she mutters, panting faster. She bites her lip. "Pretty please w-with sugar on to~op!"

The woman giggles. "But you're soo close. If I stopped now, you'd be so uncomfortable. That wouldn't be very nice. Mmm. Now, say my name too. Say pretty please with sugar on it, Captain Jaylee."

"No, please. I'm going to--"

"I know, dear. I know. But if you brought this, then you clearly were planning on doing it anyway, right? Just a little bit?"

Yasmine doesn't say anything for a long moment until she mutters, "Well, nobody else is around..."

"True. Let's make a deal then. You have one nice climax and I give this back to you."

"Not so loud..."

"Deal?"

"Y-Yes. Okay."

Periodically, the woman glances to you and grins. She knows you're watching. Finally after Yasmine agrees, the woman looks to you and gives you a wink as she pinches the ball between two of her fingers. She mouths, "Enjoy". She bites her lip and continues to lean back, but now in an even more relaxed manner. Yasmine on the other hand is everything but relaxed. She looks around self-consciously as she edges closer to an orgasm.

The waiter steps up to your table and places down your plate. Yasmine looks to this with wide eyes as she squeezes her legs together. She clutches her nethers and starts to pant very loudly, suppressing her moaning noises behind her lips as best she can.

A glass of water is placed beside your food. You smile as you breathe in the delicious aroma.

"Thanks," you say.

"Not a problem, sir. Enjoy. Now," he says as he turns.

He places a bowl and a glass of water on Yasmine's table.

"Here you go... Ah. Miss. Are you all right?"

Yasmine nods frantically.

"Y-Yes! Yes! I'm fine. Thank you!"

The stranger snickers. You watch in awe, but struggle against the stroking feeling over your now erect cock. Watching Yasmine be teased by this attractive woman is making it difficult to hold your senses together, especially given the fact that she's soon going to cum right in front of you.

"All right. Enjoy your meal," he says as he begins to walk away.

Yasmine mouths, "Thank god," as she rolls back her head.

"Actually," the stranger says. "I know what I want."

"No, no, no," Yasmine mutters. "Please."

Ignoring Yasmine, the woman looks over the menu. She hums.

"Hm... Well, I thought I knew what I wanted. Hold on. Just give me a few seconds here."

Faster and faster Yasmine moans and pants. She cups a hand over her lips while the other squeezes over her loins as she inches closer to an orgasm. It looks to her like she can't hold on much longer. Her eyes plead for the stranger to hurry up and order so the waiter isn't standing nearly beside her.

"Just a coffee, actually," she says.

"Very good, miss. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Actually," she says as she gestures him back.

"No, no, n-no," Yasmine whispers. "I'm going to--"

"Well, maybe coffee is fine." She smiles.

She can't do it anymore. Tensing her entire body up, she tilts back her head as she squeaks into her hand. Her eyes shut tight as she struggles against the intense need to moan out loud, but she cums, and it looks like she came hard. Much to her dismay the strange noises still escape loud enough to catch attention and she pants heavily afterwards. The woman twists the orb and it ceases to light up.

Click.

Left dazed and humiliated, Yasmine flinches at the words of the waiter.

"Is your food bothering you, miss?"

She frantically shakes her head, still with a hand over her mouth.

"Right... Well, I'll be back with your coffee."

He nods and heads off, confused.

Completely red, Yasmine turns to the woman with her hand out and her legs shaking.

"Qu-Quick. While he's gone," the short girl begs.

"I don't know... That was entertaining as heck. I kind of want to watch that again."