Suggest to Rick that Rebecca might want to join you two for a nightcap at his penthouse later.

As the waiter clears away the remains of your exquisite meal, you lean forward, the movement causing your enhanced breasts to press against the edge of the table. The sensation sends a little jolt of pleasure through your chest, making your breath catch momentarily. Rick notices, his hand immediately covering yours with possessive warmth.

"Everything okay, princess?" he asks, his thumb caressing your wrist.

You nod, batting your eyelashes as a particularly bold idea forms in your simplified mind. "I was just thinking..." you begin, your voice taking on that breathy quality that makes both Rick and Rebecca lean closer. "Maybe Rebecca could come back to the penthouse for a nightcap?"

Rebecca's eyes widen, her wine glass freezing halfway to her lips. A flush creeps across her cheeks, spreading down her elegant neck. She sets her glass down with deliberate care, her normally composed demeanor showing tiny cracks.

"That's..." she starts, then pauses to clear her throat. "That sounds lovely, actually."

Rick glances between you two, his expression warm but oblivious to the charged undercurrent. "Great idea, princess. I've got that bottle of 30-year-old Macallan we could crack open."

"Perfect," Rebecca murmurs, her gaze fixed on you rather than her father. "I'd love to see more of Ashley tonight."

The double entendre hangs in the air, clear enough for even your bimbo brain to catch. You giggle, twirling one pigtail around your finger.

"I'm like, super excited to show Rebecca your place, Daddy," you coo, pressing your thighs together beneath the table as a throb of arousal pulses between them. "Especially the bedroom."

Rick chuckles indulgently, interpreting your comment as innocent excitement rather than the invitation it actually is. "The penthouse does have a hell of a view. Though not as good as the view I'm enjoying right now."

His gaze drops appreciatively to your cleavage, and you notice Rebecca following his line of sight, her pupils dilating as she studies your enhanced breasts. She takes another long sip of wine, draining her glass.

"So it's settled," she says, setting down her empty glass with a decisive clink. "Nightcap at Daddy's."

The word 'Daddy' rolls off her tongue with deliberate emphasis, carrying weight beyond familial connection. Rick beams, completely missing the subtext as he signals for the check.

"My two favorite girls," he says proudly. "Couldn't ask for a better evening."

As Rick busies himself with his wallet, Rebecca leans toward you, her voice dropping to ensure only you can hear.

"You weren't lying earlier, were you?" she whispers, her words slightly slurred from the wine but her intent crystal clear. "About his...size?"

You giggle, shaking your head. "Totally not. It's like, the biggest I've ever had."

Something hungry flashes in Rebecca's eyes as she leans back, smoothing her dress with trembling hands. "I've always wondered," she murmurs, almost to herself. "Never thought I'd get the chance to find out."

Rick returns his attention to the table, oblivious to the exchange. "All set, ladies. Car should be waiting outside."

As you stand, Rebecca deliberately brushes against you, her hip pressing against yours for a moment longer than necessary. Her hand finds the small of your back, fingers splaying possessively.

"This is going to be a night to remember," she whispers, her lips nearly grazing your ear. "For all three of us."

20:30 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Outside Lumière Restaurant, Mayfair, London