Getting drinks

You're enjoying the long embrace with Layla, although after a while and a few people walking by, it feels a little awkward, so you gently clear your throat. Layla looks up with her hands still on you. Her tears are gone and she's smiling again.

"I could really use a drink," she says.

"Me too!"

"Great, come on, there's a decent pub nearby." Layla then leads you out of the arena, holding hands with you like she's your girlfriend. Strangely, you can feel a diamond ring on her left hand, but she doesn't act like a married woman. You wonder what's the deal with that, but you don't say anything.

In the not-so-crowded pub, you and Layla find a booth in a corner where you discover that she's a good drinker for a woman her size. Before you know it, you have each had 3 pints and you find yourself trying to keep up with Layla, who seemingly drinks beer like it is water. As you 2 drink, Layla opens more to you, telling her about her career in television and herself. It turns out her mother is Brazilian and her father is British, which explains her exotic looks, and although she doesn't look anywhere close to it, she's 36 years old with a young son and husband who stays at home while she travels extensively for work.

When Layla probes about you, you skirt the line between truth and fiction, telling her about your real childhood up until coming into possession of the magic rings. Then, you lie by talking about how you took over the family business and turned it into a major success and 1 of the most prestigious auction houses in the world. Your story helps to explain why you're in London, as you claim to have to travel all the time to procure more antiques for auction. Luckily, Layla has no idea about the world of auction houses or antiques and she laps it all up. By the sixth pint, you're feeling pretty tipsy while Layla seems to still be going strong. Also by now, Layla is cuddled up to you in the booth and practically sitting on your lap. From the several times her ass bumps against the tent pole in your pants, you doubt she's oblivious to your carnal feelings for her.