She takes you to a table

A waitress approaches to refill your drink. As soon as she leaves, Elspeth's hand slips down your abdomen, slipping underneath the hem of your shirt.

"Hey now." She smirks at you suggestively. Her fingers dance beneath your shorts. "You needn't get all jealous." You chuckle, but the sound dies in your throat when she places her palm against your crotch. You gasp softly, unsure whether or not you should stop her. She notices your hesitation. "If you don't want me to stop I won't."

You hesitate for a few seconds, and then nod slowly.

She smirks once more. Her hands leave your trousers, but only for long enough to remove her own clothes. By the time she's done you feel weak in the knees.

As you sit back down in the booth, Elspeth moves her hands back under the table and runs her fingers lightly against the skin of your inner thigh, earning an involuntary moan from you. She smirks playfully and leans towards you, placing her chin against the crook of your neck. Her hot breath hits your skin and you bite back another moan. "How do you like our waitress?" She says softly, trailing her lips along your shoulder before resting her head against it.

"Gorgeous," you reply breathlessly.

She chuckles quietly. "Good," she says before turning her attention to the waitress, who just happened to return with some drinks for you.