Stop her

Before she finishes her gestures, your hand darts across the table and catches her fingers.

“Enough fun for the moment, we have business to attend to.”

“Killjoy, but alright,” Vanessa pulls her fingers free, and daintily waves Evellyn over. “Eve, how have you been dear?”

Evellyn approaches the table, her face in a deadpan expression. “Please tell me that wasn’t the spell that makes clothes translucent. Yet again.”

Vanessa leans back, heartily amused. “I can’t help it darling, your taste in underwear is a great spectator sport! Won me a lot of bets in college.”