[ Roxy, of course, is quite purposefully pushing each and every one of his buttons, to get him on edge, to catch his attention. Of course, she didn't get so far that it might be a turn off, just enough that it put him on the edge. She wants him riled up, she wants him to eagerly follow her his stairs, to either have her put him in his place or he in hers.
For now, it seems that he is content to play her game, to follow her lead. And she climbs up his stairs with a purposeful, enticing sway of her hips, hands capable of killing a man in a matter of seconds, move to slide along his bannister for a few steps before she reaches back with a swift movement to unfasten her bra.
slipping her arms through the straps smoothly, she pulls that lacy bit of fabric from her body, sliding it along the railing until she is able to drape it over the top of the bannister and disappear into his bedroom.]
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For now, it seems that he is content to play her game, to follow her lead. And she climbs up his stairs with a purposeful, enticing sway of her hips, hands capable of killing a man in a matter of seconds, move to slide along his bannister for a few steps before she reaches back with a swift movement to unfasten her bra.
slipping her arms through the straps smoothly, she pulls that lacy bit of fabric from her body, sliding it along the railing until she is able to drape it over the top of the bannister and disappear into his bedroom.]